Let the erratic night judge me if it may
As the witch that provoked necromancer
I have proclaimed powers; I show, you pay
Eating your heart out, oh avid cancer
Angel of death, seeking my one revenge
I stumble in the life I seek, hazards…
Introspection surges: the crash, I cringe
I saw that night the rush of skin blizzards
Lying in the hospital bed, mourning
She came across to me saying softly
Gently wiping wet tears speaking warning
“You must use this in your favor, Marie.”
I lie to my clients every now and then
I am unable to gaze the truth in men
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