Beautiful Witch

Aurora - Has me glued to her sight,

I am a moth drawn to her 'light',

I will move, jump or be still,

If it is to be her will,

She is all that I please,

She has me on my knees.

We are not the perfect pair,

Yet she has me breathing her air,

We are not bound by a ring,

Yet she holds my every string,

A puppet, powerless over what I've done,

For the puppeteer controls my twist and turn.

Aurora! Aurora! My lips chant her name,

And I am partly to blame,

That she's the chain around my brain,

The pleasure yet the pain.

Like thunder is my inner scream,

Living my nightmare like a day-dream,

But I know no other home,

Only where my mind and eyes roam,

My drug leading my life slow,

Destination, six feet below.