They warn her with words.
Blind to the games she plays.
Casting more of her spells.
Evil odorless perfume she wears.
Witches brew poisoning the mind.
Stupid minds open to the wrath
of her vicious silent attacks.
Somebody will be hurt someday,
from the demon inside,
who shows its ugly face
and dances with fire
of the darkness.
She made me the victim
to her mindless games.
Causing me physical pain.
Anger bubbling inside my pit,
ready to boil over like lava.
Getting away with causing me pain,
makes me want to slap the demon silly.
Hate has invaded my body and wants revenge.
Words "don't let her get to you "
burn the hair out of my ears.
Anger close to eruption in my mind.
Do I let HATE consume me?
Or do I let the witch do the consuming?
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Submission Name: Games
