Cry your withers, you senile drug
Gas the witches who cursed you so
May you find whom you look for
because it isn’t the crow you blamed before

The body’s been drained
It sags and drags
It’s merely a suit to be used by ghosts
A flimsy thing to be kept in a morgue

The witches shrill, their pleads of regret
Your drug permeates the taste of poison
Not even the vampires crave the red iron
when there is not a single drop to give

Eyes plucked by the crows
Hanging by a thread of anguish
There is not a soul left to stitch together
You’ve waited far too long

I don’t understand why you continue to cry
A fate you’ve chosen yourself
The witches simply guide your embodiment
Whole as all yet never the same

There it lies for you to bask
Touch and feel, swallow it down
The witches’ pills you take cannot help you now
Delicious toxin for you to gorge

Gravediggers pity you so
What says you, forgetful fool
Crows follow you home to watch you shrivel
down down down the bottomless dance of addiction