Witchcraft In A Bottle

desire-
on the wheel that never turns
rhythm-
in the soul that never moves

 

hear the witch calling in the darkness
bleed for me

 

faith-
from the alter that never shines
steel-

in the heart that never weeps

 

see the witch on the mountain of fire
scream for me

 

solace-
from the hand that knows no grace
frenzy-
in the stillness that never sleeps

 

the witch moves over me
submission in the soft hours
my screams
my blood
moves to her command
the taste of her comfort on my tongue again
and the shadows fall

 

haze-
that never hides the deeds you've done
numb-
that never makes the pain go away

 

feel the witch
she will consume me before the dawn