Touched
A little crazy and a bit insane
What does it matter who's to blame
Passion flowing through those veins
White hot ashes amongst blue flames
Boilng cauldron of water from ice
Having to pay the ultimate price
Cooking herbs burnt upon the air
Victim still trapped within the snare
Hot wired nerves made from steal
Hunger yet for another meal
While trying not to come undone
Oops the rabbits on the run
Then to see the man in black
Go away and then sneak back
Know the thoughts with no words
Only touched but never heard
Slide down the slope into an abyss
Not to be awakened by the kiss
Slumber long then up to the moon
Flying high on another broom
The ups and downs come so quick
Jerks the witch right off of her stick
Visions seen and made aware
Touched by something from somewhere
Feel detached and know too much
Not always willing to be so touched
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