The Witch Who's Black as Pitch—Oh foulest witch, you inspire so much spite.
How emptiness of the spirit can be compared to the emptiness of a cavern's depth.
This particular poem is dedicated to my boyfriend, as a candy addict, this spoke to his soul. Robert couldn't stop thinking about the candyIn its colorful and sticky sweet form,“Now if only it could be infused with brandy!”He worked for evenings, to make brandy candyTo toil and moil became his new norm,Robert couldn't stop thinking [...]
Despondent, sorrow, dejectionLethargy rules her, never to be more than a foul memory Resentful, indignant, wrathfulDebauchery pities the foolish heart, now hardening Bitter, incensed, seethingBarging into the home, chasing then changing Misled, perverted, gas-litShe’s starving for truth my darling The forward motion, glorifiedNever grasped it, smart thingNow she drowns, infatuated