Adumbration

Midnight, bewitching hour full of horripilation Car door slam-bang and the warble act begins No,no, I scream inside the verisimilitude of what will now ensue I am a powerless protégé a stand in for the only one who could save me but she doesn’t either by ignorance or choice I sit in a chair weeping in despair inside aching trying not to play in hedonistic Unholiness I disassociate my mind saving me from the actuality of the death I so desperately need to leave