Witch, Craft

When two lovers part
What happens to their art?
Does it cease to exist
Does it die and distintegrate
Does it transform and persist
Do they let it integrate
Does is it stain their soul
Will they ever again feel whole

If it were up to me
Ive got some ideas for this legacy
Id want it to break you open
Your soul to hemorrhage words unspoken
To form from your lips a healing spout
To sting as it seals your wounds and erase the doubt
To wash the sins of your father lest they stain your path
To fill the void in you excavated by your mothers wrath
To scortch the lies you tell yourself to limit your strength
And sear your arrogance in agony you succum to its length

Id want the pain to brings you to your knees
Every drop of poision it wrangles from its squeeze
In the midnight hour when you gasp to catch your breath
Thinking surley it must be the last before your untimely death
You're revived only to inhale the sweet scent reminiscent of my womb
To haunt you for the rest of your days trapped in this tomb
To know that the gash will heal just shy of completion
Can easily sealed but only by the touch of one specific Grecian

A simple spell i set on thee
To forever yearn your first love, whom can you neither touch nor see
When you cast your eyes upon the ocean
Where the water meets the skies
Awake each morning seeking for an elusive potion
To never halt the search for her in every pair of a new lovers eyes