I am the Witch of the legends told
Round the fires and hearths in the Days of Old.
I’ve come to bite you,
To burn you,
To rip you apart.
To whip you,
To drown you,
To tear out your heart.
I’ll torment your mind,
And put a chill to your bone.
I will eat out your insides,
Then leave you all alone.
I’ll, make you sit in the dark
With a gun to your head,
Where you’ll whine and you’ll cry,
And you’ll envy the dead.
Then
Just when you get to this point
I’ll show you some light.
“Go ahead, try to escape.”
“You just might.”
But,
I don’t really mean it.
You know what I’m like.
I’m playing a game.
I do it for spite.
“It’s all so cruel!”
Yes, I know it’s not fair.
But believe me Darling,
I really don’t care.
I won’t stop playing,
Even when blood runs cold.
For I am the Witch
And you’ve been told.
