Heavy

 
feeling the moment I sigh it's so heavy
picking it up I feel the deep need concealed inside
dragging me down into it
I allow myself to fall
touching the air around me

disturbing the howling silence
it is livid with the feeling
arousing my senses I feel a cut
the smell of copper pennies on the winds
lulls me to a place of black occult love

need overcomes my voice of reason
there is a witchy itch on the night's mind
he will seduce his choice of maidens

secrets of a coven are kept
no tongues to wag
knowledge of sacrifice
whispered woman to woman

with something simmering in the pot
spit and an intent to heal
leaning in I breath in deeply
seeing visions I open my mind

hurt rises and I feel
the venom of the moment curdles the soul
sigh and exhale

energies ignite and midnight blushes
some carnality to heal the flesh
a nip of mellow whiskey for the mind

an anecdote for what ails you