Purple box of tricks
Occupying the space, under the bed.
Mind, body and soul,
A death sentence.
Floor spattered,
Evidence revealing itself,
Another episode,
The night before.

It will do no good
Taking you captive.
A prisoner, forgetful,
With no aim, no answer,
No why or what for.
A purpose remains a mystery,
To you and I.

Corridors too cluttered for advancement
Except, more episodes.

Purple box, hurl yourself away.
Be buried, unopened to his fingers,
They no longer tap the code to your contents.

I name you “purple demon”, “tin of sin”.

Leave!