Black Magic from Dangerous Situation by Little Arcana

my mind's been picking at your wounds
almost every night, it's strange that
two lightning bolts could crash
at the same damn time
it hurts to turn my dumb head from side to side
like a bear trap collapsing on my
neck in the dying light

you perish the thought
cover me with a table cloth and
say something so beautiful its
immediately forgot

black magic, everything is killing me
i can't relate, i'm nothing like a human being
hung slack on my strings

i'll find you
in someone else's room the blood will pool
the blood will bruise

watch me,
it'll come to you
it'll comfort you in the end

watch me,
it'll come to you
it'll come for you in the end

watch me

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