I met a man in New Orleans with a devilish charm and when he spoke.

It was like a spell that takes control of my body, He is like a siren out on the sea

He likes to play with people's minds and mainly their hearts

With every command he said  I was compelled to do and i lost a part of myself

it wasn't until he pushed me to my limit That I finally said a enough is enough

Now his spell is broken and his hold over me is gone so he better watch his back because when he least expects it I'll come for him

Revenge is best served cold

Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale