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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