The wicked witch brought me to my knees
Messed with my mind
Forced Intrusion dirty secrets
I keep from myself to survive
Who in the garden of thorns you are to get inside people lives
Rummage through it
Pull it apart
In a swipe of a cloak
Left me there bleeding on the ground
Gone on to the next one
To stuck her jaws in fragile bones innocent souls
And feed
Hide children quick hide yourselves!
Mind is a fortress a last defense
Against witches and jesters and ogres and know-it-all-hounds that bark deep red sharp lies
Leave
Go to the woods
It will take care of us
It will hide trails behind us so we can never be found
And may the witch burn burn burn so she knows what hopless feels like.
Witches like this don't deserve poems to be written about them words to be used on such a waste.
Shame polar bear has to share a world with something like that.
