Dark Blue fingers run wildly Across my listless chest scratching me mildly Like an impatient birth, insidious babe Crawling on fingernails down to stain the rug In this room nicely snug Left the husk on the bed to sleep instead Looks at the books who sit all left unread The tall fingers wipe across the walls making rhymes Shouting out the window chimes Sitting on that window pane making legs out of dust So the sun set on these larks And the evening takes its remarks
The city will never likely see Such grime encrusted treachery
Dark Blue fingers run wildly Across the wood fence where children cry at me They long for their mothers who take them indoors So the fingers ***** the glass of the home And gaze to see the tomb Of those who invite the starved fingers in For some company and mirth over gin And take in the crooked dark blue smile that stretches The kids are crying wretches Drinks are done, no more fun, for the monster's run Is but only at a start And the dark blue blood pumps through his heart
The city will never likely see Such grime encrusted treachery
Dark blue fingers run wildly Across a mantelpiece quite familiarly The room is a laughing mad struck sickening The monster is by the fireplace stealing The looks of the practitioners and reeling As the party booms on through the evening The fingers run across those who are leaving And wipes his bald and grimy face on their own Taking all their thoughts they've shown Until they each subside and then wave goodbye Leaving the monster all alone Muttering curses on his own
The city will never likely see Such grime encrusted treachery
The city will never likely see These fingers running wildly