Quite damaged in my own way
Having lost precious time
She came back to tempt and torture me
For what reason I may never know
A small piece of soul lost
And also precious time
It was otherworldly
For a brief moment
Once an angel
Now a demon
I haven’t tied a noose yet
But the specter of my ways continues to hang near
The only thing I haven’t lost faith in
Are the spirits, and the magic I can’t see
So I’ll keep reaching out
For the unknown
The unseen