A TOWN A NORTH OF SURREY
THE RAIN, IT CAME, A FURY
OVERRAN THE QUARRY
FOR DAYS, WITHOUT RETREAT
AN INVASION OF HIS GRANDUER
IT SOAKED THROUGH ALL THE RAFTERS
INFESTED THE PILASTERS
AS HIS HOLLOW, INSANE LAUGHTER
UPON THE CAMBRIDGE STREETS
THEN, BEGAN THE SADNESS
THE MELANCHOLY VIOLENCE
LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
LOST AND THEN, ABANDONED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
AWAKE, AND YET ASLEEP
LOST AND THEN, ABANDONED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
AWAKE, AND YET ASLEEP
SUCH QUESTIONS DO DEMAND
FROM WHAT COMES SUCH COMMANDS-
A BROAD AND SPOILING HAND
THAT RENDERS MIND’S MANAICAL
AND SPRINKLES RUST ON BICYCLES
BENDS THE SIGNS OF ORACLES
A WIDE, RELENTLESS REACH (CREEP)?
FOR HE WAS LOST, AND THEN, ABANDONED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
HIS EYES WERE SLOWLY MADDENED
AWAKE AND YET, ASLEEP