Crowder, Victory

Sunday, July 22, 2012

An End to Meaning

shortsighted delivery.  Images beckon and compel. I'm going to hell, dripping off the face of the sane, inane world into a land of shadows and shrieks.  Oh God, hold your daughter, save from the ravages of a brain askew.  Hell here and now.
I would tell you; but I can't.
I would bring you - but oh,  you'd run.

I would show you, but you would squint your eyes
....blinded by sheer brilliant insanity.

don't forget me while I'm gone
save a place, warm
And if I'm gone; then I'm Home.
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