The way you make me tremble
is a witch trial,
I am prey, I am hunted, and yet sometimes
I sense you behind me, waiting, unsure if
you dare to strike.
There are moments you hesitate.
I almost believe
we are afraid of each other.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 9:49 AM UTC
The way you make me tremble
is a witch trial,
I am prey, I am hunted, and yet sometimes
I sense you behind me, waiting, unsure if
you dare to strike.
There are moments you hesitate.
I almost believe
we are afraid of each other.