The Curse Charm
And I hope it kills you inside
And burns up all your cells,
It dries up all your thirst
And tries down your rebels.
I'd pray it chokes your breaths
And burrows your heart deep,
Hope it crushes your will to live
And wounds your chambers with a seipe.
Screaming scilence would deafen you
For all my raised questions,
You'll wither away, oh hon
And you'll be petrified of confessions.