Brooding inside
like a disease,
dark black magic is in me.
A fire of hate
burns in my eyes
toward any person
who tries to take my magic from me.
Deep inside it whispers
of magic spells,
curses, and hate.
You put it in me,
gave it life.
This dark black magic
brings me to myself.
I use it to live;
my life source
that you can't see.
Hate, jealousy, anger, rage, bitterness.
These are things that create
this dark black magic inside.
Loneliness, fear, pain, depression.
These make it long lasting forever.
Spirit, will, stubbornness, temper.
These give this dark black magic strength.
Soon after the magic begins,
it spreads from my heart
to my soul and mind.
I become that dark black magic
that was not created
by my choice.
After it spreads,
I become that dark black magic.
When I look into this mirror
I see the dark black magic.
I see me.
I am that dark black magic.
You curse it,
you curse me.
Dark black magic
consumes me.
I become the sorceress
of my dreams.
I am the Keeper
of the dark black magic.
I have this gift
of hate, jealousy, anger, rage, and bitterness,
of loneliness, fear, pain, and depression,
of spirit, will, stubbornness, and temper.
I have all these things
making dark black magic inside
that will soon be
pouring out of me.
