dig~with the talented Adagio

digging the dark arch of your derogatory neediness
because it matches my solemn glum
hanging just out of reach in the shadows
letting my fingers hunt you from the gloom of my sanitarium
hush now don't let the screaming bother you
I finger your ego and suck the life from you
leaving you hollow where
the monsters can now move in
and you are hijacked by the morales of the depraved
masturbating to shadows on the wall
I leave you spent and exhausted
screaming for release
welcome home brother terror

from a cell in purgatory's chaos and narcissistic
highway where time forgot thorns and thimbles
waiting for Dante to free my lost soul from my
mind's inferno listening to the whisper calling me on
my Smartphone, area code 666 then putting me on
hold. Laughing from Hell's laundromat and singing,
"Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird."