Witches Brew

Words by Bryon Bowers

Cold, Hot Water drippin' down Down to the center of your restless soul…. Down to the core Where you don't wanna go…. Down to the place with the witch's face…. Down that hole she's got your twisted soul… relax, chill take a deep breath slow it on down have a good ol' time let your worries slide on down echo sound deep and down slow your breath feel your heart beat relax your body from your head to your feet… obstacles gone they are far away there tomorrow gone today… thoughts warm heat boiling' your brain a perfect little place for the mildly insane lavender soft and lemongrass sweet candles all around a soft dripping sound… her voice soft… soft and sweet… her control of me… total and complete….

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