K. Nickel Witches

[Witches]

K. Nickel

and I watched them burn in the middle of the night Glowing from the previous day And said that I’d let the witches die And watch as they spin me a letter Of things that I know that I can’t see

and watch it unravel and come undone as I told you a story Of faith and blank slate walls what they take advantage of and use Like how the smells of the chemicals and of the colours in the paint Enter and taint their minds Stain their minds until it’s all that you know All that you can see Because it’s all that I know and all that I can see

But no I won’t say That I’ve been feeling fake and I’ve been in pain and I’m so ashamed of myself And all I’m trying to say is That my body’s been breaking And my skin has been flaking And my mind has been Aching

Oh, it’s too much for me to understand Understand And there’s a lot of noise in here There’s a lot of toys in here There’s a lot of boys in here And I don’t know what it means And there’s movement in the corner As they share stains with each other And I can’t see it enough To try and face it Because it sets something out of place And it’s wrong that I don’t enjoy it if I’m supposed to And why it’s not a thing that I’d ever ever want

I swore That the last time I’d feel it was The last time I’d see you and I don’t understand I don’t understand At all How to act how they think But I don’t know how they think How I think I can be As if it was more than I am But it’s too much And it spills And it stains Until it’s something that you can see That I don’t like it That I’m not happy And it’s night And they’re burning Without me

A white wine Stain on my sweater Stained my mind And I don’t know what you’re saying When you say we’re not the same But we’re not the same As we used to be A white wine stain on my sweater And I miss you But it’s not you, it’s me I’m talking to myself a white wine stain Talking about my mind I miss my mind It’s not the same

There’s movement in the corner And I can’t breathe and there’s movement in the corner That I can’t see A white wine Stain on my sweater Stained my mind Heart and soul A white wine Stain on my sweater Stained my mind

and again, it’s night, and again, they’re burning, and again, it’s without me.