I am indeed a witch for those of you who did not know
I practice a craft very distinct from those performed at magic shows
I do not own a cauldron and I cannot fly on a broom
I cannot transform my appearance or cause the sun to rise in gloom
But the potency of my powers you should never assume
Because believe me, my pretty
You have no idea
My spells have never been casted on weak or blinded prey
They are aware of my cause and effects right away
Many of my potions have fallen short of their true potential and glory
Until I met him and we instantly felt things unholy
A devil in disguise, I was certain and yet so unsure
Of how compelled I was to become a devil worshipper
It was then that my powers ached with desire
And I could no longer contain my supressed spells that bled passion's fire
I cast a simple love spell
Of this he could tell
The hole in him that once knew no end
suddenly found a friend
In my smile that binded his gaze
The peace he longed for was intertwined with a perfect lust filled craze
In my curves that siloutted in my wand compelling smoke haze
The coldness of a man that never believed
Was replaced
Of photographs of me
My spell was inevitably working perfectly
Until there are those that decided to intervene....
To question the validility of his feelings
They just couldn't believe this rare sincerity
It just couldn't be
He was never truly happy
And now suddenly
She adores him, honors him, protects, and supports him?
She's obviously a witch! A creature of sin
It is indeed true as you peasants cleverly came to
I am an outcast a different breed from you
You see, the difference is
I see him for all that he can be
Whereas you never even saw him for what he was
Simply another person on this earth, another wind in the dust
When I conjured up love
I summoned angels from above
That presented me a crown to deliver
In midst of your envy, my sweet tasting potion is immune to anything bitter
A king I crowned after the correct spell was found
The life we lead will continue to consume life's pleasures and love's everlasting gift with it's magical ability to enrich
I am here to stay
No matter what you do
Because don't forget this verse's main pitch
I am The witch.
I am but a puppet to my heart's passion
In the crudeness of the night
Truth and shadows mimic the twilight
And things that hide in the light
Become plainly and vividly in sight
There is a rawness to utter darkness
It is, in my opinion, what many fear
Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears
As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near
Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.

"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."
Me, myself, & my mic

"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.
Self Portrait
My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
I am a Witch
Posted by Kay Martiatu at 4:31 PM
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3 comments:
I knew it!!!!!!!!!! lol
Very nice,I liked it a lot.Keep writing, open your heart,and fight for what you believe.:)
my my!
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