Lavender Town

I've slipped into that sleepless realm  
Watched as the shadows wrote ,  
their language on my bedroom floor  
A contract of selfless ink ,  
lending my mind to them  
Hundreds of those damned sinners ,  
dancing their decadent afterlife nights  
Cowering naked with their pale loose skin ,  
dangling in my psyche  
Gnarled hair tethered  
in the most decrepit of patterns  
Fetal positioned victims of physical wrath ,  
Whimpering at the sight of another vessel  
Stepping through the gates of life itself  
Like a hunted animal in flight  
Enveloped by the sheer horror of the human frequency ,  
passing onto the other side  
 
That innards-out rodent gnawing  
on the remnants of the imp at my side  
The esophagus shaped parasite  
pressing his moist face through broken dry wall  
Sending their twisted energy into the palm of my hand  
 
Then the blowtorch chemist  
barreling his aggravation ,  
into my disassociated senses  
Hand gun holes in ever nook of my periphery  
Power drill microphones listening  
to every thought I contemplate  
 
Silhouettes of the future already walking ,  
through my timeless reality  
Playing Nicky-Nicky-Nine-Doors ,  
through every vibration around me  
Engraving strange messages ,  
in their finger paint condensation  
Purgatory's spoiled children ,  
posing as sadistic poltergeists