Witch/Poisonous [10.1.18]

There are wolf spiders in my room,
and buzzards are constantly overhead.
The crows see me and signal warning,
and the cats always come crawling.

I burn herbs to ward off
the scent of loneliness.
I light candles to scare away
the darkness.

Autumn is here,
and everything is preparing to sleep.
I wear black to blend in with the night,
so my dreams can’t find me.

The moon is full
and my heart is empty.

These mushrooms are poisonous,
and I grow more hungry everyday.
Everything else is already ready,
for me to take a bite.

Running Away [9.26.19]

Everything I’ve ever loved has died,
or caught fire,
or both.

I cannot seem to keep things, or people;
always disappearing,
or being destroyed,
or running away.

I want love and only give destruction.
I want a good life yet have only been dealt in ruins.

My history;
a series of inverse cards on a table,
the taste of ashes in my mouth,
and the feel of blood in the hands.

Pain can always be found hidden within the pleasures,
and more oft than not,
I get great pleasure from the pain.

Some days I rule in Hell,
and some days I serve in Heaven,
but in neither duty am I ever completely satisfied.