Witchcraft
By Masamune
there's this feeling or more like a nonfeeling a whole almost where you ripped away a chunk of my flesh and as i lie here and stare into the celing that fades to black it fills me or trys to and the darkness overcomes that void it changes me i light my candles and say my prayers burn your picture scorch your gifts that you gave with lies grind the ashes pour the wine smear the mixture and wait Written February 11th, 2002 © on Feb 11 2002 12:11 PM PST 10 • 0
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"there's this feeling..."