Need to write
A song or two
To ease the mind,
Let the strings be loose.
All my friends
Are here for none,
Yet I shall call them that
For it’s a short word.
Oh once upon a time
I would dance at nights,
Sing like an angel,
But I burned out inside.
A candle that’s lit
with a flame that hurts,
I still look within
To gather what I deserve.
But what is there?
Except dancing witches,
It seems they cursed me
And captured my wishes.
Fear not, I’m done.
Yet I haven’t begun.
Maybe one another day
I’ll rhyme this madness away.
Looking for a way to undo this curse
