The Gothic Curse

The Gothic Curse black thoughts I hope...and here is a poke of my needle to make you plead....then bleed out some thick red blood so I can smear it on my face and lick a skull of all it's thought,breaking a curse your shadows cast. 5 chains and a key and a bell makes 6 charms; toss them up and mingle for a while. Your blood shot eyes dwell in the house fill with cobwebs. and your body drains of lusty musk. you inhale the gas from decaying brains and you dress them up and eat as a meal. shake a finger at the dull eye popping stranger who will tell all your stories to the crow at your feet. black thoughts I hope...and here is a poke of my needle to make you plead....then bleed out some thick red blood so I can smear it on my face and lick a skull of all it's thought,breaking a curse your shadows cast. written by: jean 1999