The Witches Song

She keeps souls in a skull she wears around her neck

Twisted boys that did her wrong now walking empty wrecks

But she told me I’d never belong…

I eat rice paper promises from fortune cookies loaded with regret

Dissolved and forgotten mysteries from the candles we’d set

But our auras wouldn’t unite…

I’d sit drinking on windowsills through the night

She’d follow but gravitate towards some other light

Rabid dogs arguing over anarchy…

Sometimes I’d guess colours and she’d call it psychotherapy

It never really ever meant that much to me

A witches song lost to the sea…

We tried but sore eyed we walked away

The passion turned into some twisted cabaret

Fire breathers and knife throwers congregate

In a circus that sealed our fate…

So my love declined and I silently confessed

But not into spherical bones that sway at the breast

Because I never belonged…