Yep, saw it. Wonderful! My image reflected through the lens of your poetry. It's also quite unusual for me, that's what makes it's so fascinating. Meaning, if there's a poet that I feel represents what I do it's Georg Heym. His stuff is dark, gloomy and surreal. Yours have more emotion and more raw power. But both are great in their own right!
I think that today, my mind wasn't focused on the dark and surreal because its been a really good day with less to complain about and I invited a puppy into my home so it's difficult to reach that dark side of me, lol. In the future, though, I'm sure you'll see a bit of it and maybe it will be inspired again by your excellent work. This piece was more political, although the original draft started with a verse that went:
"Sweet glycerine Dripping from lolling tongues You are deaf to the Sound of your own screams"
But I got no where with it so unfortunately I never finished that one.
It stands for Secure Contain Protect, and is a top-secret scientific facility where they study strange/paranormal beings/entities,etc..., which exists in a game named SCP Containment breach, where you play as a man trapped in the facility, with every security system dysfunctional, the entities roaming freely, and all the other personnel missing(dead). Your drawing made think of this thanks to it's grey atmosphere and unidentified/mysterious(maybe deadly) entity which you pictured. Look up SCP-106 on Google images, to maybe understand what I mean.(It is preferable for you to look at the first result, the others not really reflecting my point)