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