At the bottom of a deep dark well
Inside the belly of a rabid dog
Whose teeth are jagged and chipped
Because of its terrified grip
On the the tongue of a bear
Who is so anciently young
That's holding the umbrella
Of a maniacal clown dressed to kill
Dancing on the edge of a razor blade
That's stained with the blood of a humble priest
Who never sinned save in self defence
From the demons inside his saintly head
who live at the bottom of a deep dark well
Inside the belly of a rabid dog
Whose teeth are jagged and chipped
Because of its terrified grip
On the the tongue of a bear
Who is so anciently young
That's holding the umbrella
Of a maniacal clown dressed to kill
I sit inside my insanity again and again and again wishing for a wishing well
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
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If you just look up from that 'deep dark well' you will see the light and you just need to reach up for it and the light will show you the way to life's wonder.
Andy
Unless you're a mad man waiting for the sun to shine so his fert can get wet! Bubble bibble
Fill the well with water and drown that clown! Don't know how that all works out metaphorically. Long word there too. lol.
Demons and other nasties don't like water. They seek out dry places. Not that I'm any expert on demonology.
makes perfect sense to me
and me
................................... and me too
🙂
For some, a comfort zone they feel locked within. Great write Sax. ✔
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