Wicked Witch

You wicked witch how dare you,

All I gave you was love encouragement and you’re always sorry never careful

Trampling my heart I’m watching my soul become a battlefield,

Rivers of blood bodies turned to mountains,

Demons and angels fighting to the death causalities of the innocent end up countless.

Will I ever learn just to keep my mouth closed?

Turn my back on you and see the scars on my heart fester up until I’m foaming at the mouth and throwing up blood.

Or I’m gone and out the picture and you finally realize all I ever did was love.

Watching the .38 revolver backfire like I loaded the bullets backwards and got it to work for just one more shot,

Ancestors looking from above wondering how and where humanity got so fucked,

If you ask me it probably started when some girls just wanted to have fun,

Now babies are dead before they can say their first word and we’re too caught up in love and drugs to see the babies we had are all grown up.

You wicked witch playing with hearts as your skin turns to dust cursing everybody but have the gall to wonder why it’s all so fucked up.

We had so much time to heal but let our pain run over like a dead mans debt,

I wonder if the cup under the cup under the cup will be enough for it to catch.

But if all this went over you head I’m glad I published it instead of wasting more of my breath.

I guess I’m a little guilty looking back on all the things I said,

Why couldn’t there be a voice in all of us help us figure out what’s next.

Coming from nothing in the end we all gotta go back some day,

I just hope when if I open my eyes my mind doesn’t change.

Wicked witch I understand where you’re coming from but you don’t gotta be that way.

I know you probably loved someone too once upon a time and some of us are probably just catching your misplaced rage.

I just wonder if you knew that the other side of you could have been a saint.

Now the time capsules in the past can never change even if we had the power to go back a day.

It’d just be a possibility or some kind of anxiety we couldn’t possibly escape.

Wicked witch I hope one day you learn it’s okay to not be okay,

Life only last a day, yesterday will never change while tomorrows only a day away.

Instead of burning all the castles and bridges you learn to create with all that pain.

For me feelings are always better off left on a page.