• Point the hostile finger
    to direct them all
    hiding away among the smog

    Safe for another day
    Pulling these strings around your neck

    All these thin fingers poking through
    Lead the tapeworm off

    Always webbing around now
    narcissistic cover up
    reaching out to point this finger again
    repeating this weaving patterns

    Only thing that seems to lead this inquisition away
    Even for just a little while

    Leaving the yellow on your nail
    You barely notice it anyways

    Point the finger
    raise it high again
    did this so many times before
    can't even feel this eerie disappointment
    can only feel its please

    Falling deeper into this hole
    with your opium filled body
    with those rats nibbling

    Tangle and die
    close it down
    shut it away

    Your throat screams in the end
    Then fades away all the same