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.