His Inferno.

This is the post excerpt.



They buy his strings
A hundred a piece.
But he lets me keep
His heartstring for free.

Three feet away a man
But three inches close,
He's a child.

I took him by the hand
Showed him valleys of deceit
Carved into their lives.
Tainted innocence, my vice
Clinging to his mind.

I tell him in whispers
My message so subtle.
Yet he tells me
They make his veins chuckle.

One for the earth
And two for the world
He is the third

One more and you'll find
Quarters make a whole
It's a part of my ruse.
He walks through the Inferno
With Dante as his muse.
Hendrix, original sketch.