I am the witch.
And this is the life I’ll ditch.
Alas ‘tis my suicide day.
There will be no felo de se.
With certitude, I know it will bring bliss
At last I’ll receive death’s cold kiss.
They must revel, knowing hell waits for me,
Yet absolution lies beyond the sea.
Howbeit, in fact, I am being relieved,
From the real infernal realm, I am cleaved.
I am the witch.
I have done terrible deeds.
I must be cleansed of my sins
The sins I committed for them.
Like a shimmer within doused ambers,
My life is fading away.
I do not resent them.
Though they made me obey.
This is the punishment for my wrongs.
I must suffer, as I have all along.
Took my blood, took my body,
“Repent!” cried the unholy.
So they yelled upon my calamity.
Took me captive, chained me down,
Staring as if I were some pitiful clown.
My naked body, there for all to see,
Satisfaction is never upon thee.
A fleeting memory flashes in me,
A fata morgana -- what else could it be?
Desolation and despair take a hold.
Oh mother, how I am cold.
Alack is the embrace that warms my soul,
Alack is the will to endure all things foul.
I would have liked to say goodbye to you,
But you already tucked me under the blue.
The march of time never ceases, it seems.
Time for me to drift away within the seams.
Perhaps in another lifetime I’ll find thee,
And you will kiss me beneath that mimosa tree.
If life were not so unfair and hollow,
Until the end, thou I could follow.
But there’s no use to bargain
For I am the witch herein.
