magic tomes

 
my life in a moment
loneliness empties my days
going through the days in slow motion
I wonder are these my last moments I'm not embracing
I'm fully awake within my sadness

is it selfish to want more days in the sun
shadows crowd me they say I'm of the darkness
it is as it will be maybe I never had a choice

burns the wick
as the sage smokes
rising to the heavens
I beseech you Lord
accept my offering

a child of mercy
swimming in the abyss
the dark is charming
maybe I was always a strange brew

perhaps my grief is centered
on a dark girl trying to be of the light
they don't mix and they don't agree

conceived in the darkness
I covet my Father
twist the root I am rooted in paganism
justify me oh Lord

tis the way of witches
the tomes testify
unique burlesque I love my bawdy whore
my natural magic is heady
makes a man crave

occult magic I've not touched
but I can cancel its intent