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Burnt Memory

Where to begin,
I really don't know.
The start is too far and so is the end.
I told you the truth from the very beginning.
I told you what I saw in you, the good and the bad.
I offered you my friendship and my most valuable time. I told you not use your spells on me, for your master's magic shall not work, if only you saw what I see.
For hours you'd whisper and then you'd moan.
While I simply accepted my fate.
Testing my patience while I sit there and wait.
You've seen what I've done that very first night,
I came there and used you before I was your friend.

There was some bloodshed caused by my hands.
I sent you to hide in your room while I handled the scene.
There was blood on the walls and all over the door.
Soon it was over and the area finally clean.
An accomplice had left after completing some tasks.
If it wasn't for you I'd have been on a killing spree ending it with a bloody blast.
Your laughter that night was the world's favour upon me.
You acted so natural as if you'd seen this before.
This to me was proof that there are monsters within you, just so many more.

I just wanted you to see,
To see something new,
Fuck your magic spells and your whispers through the air.
Yes you're a witch, evil and all,
But I've seen much worse and still come out tall.
Fuck your tarot cards, you know I don't care.
Focus less on the meth you fool, this for you is my wish and my dare.
Look what it does to your hair.
I'm sorry about your curse and for your loss, but there's a way to grab it all and give it a great big toss.
Your green eyes, and their big black pupils.
The way your body can twist and turn, those long sexy legs and locks of blonde hair.
I gave in to your needs and pretended to care.
I wanted you to see what I see.
Take away the lies or just shift them aside.
Bury the books and the potions or just burn them all.
Further down and deeper in, there's still plenty of light left within.
Beneath the deception and all your evil needs, linked to all the deeds,
There lay you, a beautiful queen.
Just a pity it's that part of you nobody has ever seen.
Now I'm disgusted and sickened by your sluttish ways.
Stop killing kids and cats you fucking whore,
Abandon your rituals and let me help you find your passion.
You've trampled on our friendship and spat on my head.
You disrespect me with your public insults time after time.
I told you I'll be patient for everything takes time.
Now you've fucked up and I'm not coming back.
You received enough warnings and I've used up much time.
Now there's more bloodshed, not caused by my hands.
Shit's coming back to haunt you, no more shielded, they'll always be there to taunt you.
Now you lay there thinking, why am I suddenly so cruel and so mean.
The smell of burning skin was the only thing I went home with ''that night.''
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