Incantations

Pissing blood, she smells like her bed
She casts little spells all over her body
Flicking the syringe, her jewel toned eyes look like a sea serpent's
Sedated and screaming
The chemicals in her mind form a perfect toxic cocktail
All she does is worry
Rocking back and forth
Lonely, lonely, lonely
"I feel it in me"
She's like a hole:
Dressed in shreds and scarеd to death
Take my blood and see whats wrong