The Words That Crawled

With the deaden'd silence of my exiled mind shattered, a torturous word crawled to the darkest cavern of my being; for a dim glow resonated from the eyes of my dead dream, tore a hole in my lacrimal sleep.... But as if I had motioned the skies to part, a piece of heaven did tumble past my hungry eyes, but a single lonely drop fell to the inviting earth bearing unending furrows to carve me open, and a sad drop of pain within such a vast ocean of disease presented a dismal glimmer of searing bliss that passed in a blinking moment, it may have slipped unnoticed but for the piercing cries in my heart. The dismal moments have now passed to flounder in the sea of disease sinking like bowling balls