To the bridge pt2

Theres a ferocity in the distance
its gentle from here but the tingles creep
i struggle to conciousness under encumbersome winds
and languish from the vantage point
scrutinizing a crawling threat
a blooming yellowish smug
ascending from the depths
a theta charged agent of dead fathoms
that ingets all it can until bulbous and heaving
devouring this golden waypoint
engulfing me along with it two corpses for one grave