My head throbs with no clear cause,
I lie hopeless as months slip past.
Everything I do brings my destruction
Am I cursed by a witch's possession?
Her smile haunts me when I close my eyes,
My last true sleep was a while
Ago; My heart races, unable to slow,
Consumed by its relentless tempo.
I lie here, eyes wide open,
My mind cries out a bad omen.
My hair, my skin, my face decaying
Can we silence the voice that's praying?
I hear her whispers deep in the night,
I can't confront her, though I try.
Help me hunt the witch that burns me alive
Now I understand why witches had to die
