I Cant Rest, My Enchantress

She’s my favorite misfit.
wasted sick n twisted
She took my soul and ripped it
into tiny little tidbits
because she loved my big dick

She licked it, flicked it with her fingertip
She sipped me, didn’t spit shit

Shes into swallowing
what she cooks up in her cauldron

She’s got bats wings and cats eyes
Flying with her nine lives
Its like shes reading my mind
Spies on me from the sky

casting spells and curses
Left you wordless and worthless
Buried where the worms live
It’s scary, but you’ve heard it

So be wary, cuz, shes burning
At the stake, it’s too late
you learn your fate. It’s hurting

You’re served what you’re deserving
a disturbing dessert, shes smirking
an ancient bitch, a wasted witch
a vixen of voodoo and vermin


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