The Burning of the Witch Options

[racoons > you]

The Burning of the Witch

Dances with wolves
Plays with fire
I knew she'd get burned...
Saw the f**kin sparks already catching in her hair
In my imagination, I could smell thestench of burning flesh growing closer
Yet i still gave her matches
Went marching to the bonfire

Now, it's her tied to the stake, screaming as flames lick up he rlegs
Taking the heat for my black magic
And the ladder she used to put herself on the pyre (my ladder) is alight now
Part of the blaze
So how can she get down?
Now, I wonder, did i know the words to tempt her down?
Had I been less selfish,
Said 'Hi' yesterday,
Kept those God damned matches to myself for another day,
Would she have even climbed up in the first place?

Am I too hard on myself?
You don't f**king burn yourself alive whenever you get a match...
Do You?
i guess I could ask her ashes...
Oh right!
TOO LATE
I destroyed her
Or, let her destroy herself
Same thing
Some friend i was...

But I'm not going to blame myself.
Why would I, when I can dump the guilt on the dead bitch
Like the jackass i convinced myself I'm not?
Think I'll go out.
Dance with some wolves
Play with some fire
And give the last match to the kid on the corner
Watch him add his tears to the ocean she drowned in
Maybe, if i dive in now, i can catch what's lef t of her as she drifts away
Or go find some more matches...