Bewitched Poem by Tomas Sekanina

Your darkened soul, your blackened heart
Always said torture is kind of art
But now i am dying, fun is gone
Why your leaving, please help me to go on

bleeding to death, on sands of time
you never considered this could be a crime
my hope is lost, my sanity too
you are all that i woo

now i am alone, solitary on my own
looking for place i could call home
my life lost purpose, all is in vain
sooner or later, i will be found slain

but before i go on endless trip
be certain i wont loosen my grip
i will fight for you or any other
cos i need to keep my head sober

One by one you add another holes
from lover to torturer you switched roles
crying over my ruptured heart
your laughing that's just a start

anguish, soreness, agony
for you its ceremony
i close my eyes, clear my head
killing you inside, now your dead

no more pain, we finished your game
thou i am the only one to blame
i once believed your wicked smiles
and i was slid behind you for 7 miles

but now its over, i have won
i am free, so now begone