Scorn Me Not

Scorn me not for you will pay
I know a thousand spells
Hell hath no fury – so they say
With each hex my frenzy swells

Satisfaction is my coveted high
Chaos is my payback
Transport me on wings of jubilation
Beyond the anguish of rejection

My inner child rebels against
The use of vicious witchery
The vast depths of my vindictiveness
Reveals my soul’s peculiar poverty.


Two Worlds

I inhabit two worlds
One where you are centerfold
I slip back to my other orb
The center does not hold

Here I wait to be summoned
Back into your fold again
You reign supreme in your domain
I search my world for signs of you
Neither sprig nor trace remain

The chasm is deep between my worlds
I stand on the precipice once more
And close my eyes to what’s below
Here I am – years gone by
I don’t know why I can’t let go