From the green glowing depth rises a finger
It reaches up to a face.
There’s a face in my lava lamp and its screaming to get out.
If flows and bubbles but it remains there.
It turns and falls then rises again,
but still it remains locked in its eternal yell.
From below in the depths of its blue liquid comes a eerie light.
It’s shadows cast upon the face, screaming to be freed from its glass prison.
A bubble rises in to the back of its head, merging, distorting.
A blob falls back below, from where its unholy life began.
With a click the light is gone, the face falls to the depths of its death, and it’s yells go unanswered.