Madness Poems Whispered Words Wicked Words Wrapped In Sin Wrapped In Words

A Mirror Of A Reflection Baited In My Mind

Chew the fat from my sides,

work your way into my insides,

make your bed,

fill my hole,



witches burn there too,

summoning the inevitable,

feeding the flesh,

circulating the poison,

taking the bait,

a destiny,

a desire,

for telling the future with a target on your back,

a tomorrow left undone,

a forever unable to turn back,

see the cup,

drink the sick,

take the trip,

silence beneath…

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