The poison she keeps..
Tears, they fall as she weeps.

Love triangles, dotted lines.
All but a blur if kept in time.

Never the choice,
always left behind.
A friend of a friend...
The fault ...is it really fine?

The hearts they twist and they bleed..
She takes and takes without a real need.

Still... she keeps the poison.

The hovering darkness that eats poor souls.
Soon you'll have to realize
that the witch will never let go.