Burn the Witch

My mind is going, creativity flowing, not really knowing what side I'm showing but hoping it's good enough to let it show, to let people know I'm ready to go, who needs a beat to flow, I'm not the center stage just part of the show, a bit player but looking for a leading role, spent too long trying to fill a hole by filing holes, forgetting goals and losing dreams life's more than it seems or so it seems to me, happy is where I wanna be, now I gotta get there and yea I'm scared yea I'm scarred but who cares about that, I'm no one's welcome mat laying flat on my back patiently awaiting another attack, now the tables have turned they say witches get burned but which witch is really getting burned, they're the ones doing the burning and now I'm learning that all my yearning and seeking for life's true meaning has gotten me nowhere, instead I'll look inside my head inside my heart, good place to start and stand apart as yet another witch breaks a heart, shattered into little pieces, what used to matter leaves him speechless, he starts to panic and then he reaches for the phone, home alone lonely and cold no one to hold him close, tell him it's okay, show him the light of day, so he calls another witch, someone he can tell, she casts her spell drags him through hell and at the end he's alone again left with her smell on his clothes, her smile in his mind when he closed his eyes, he feels the flames rising again they scorch his brain they torch his heart, another round of internal torture starts, which witch will it be this time, what bitch inspired this rhyme, he steps back from the lime light, needs to get his mind right, or maybe to the left a little, he's once again cracked and brittle, ready to break at any moment, taking on the notion that he's meant to be alone, no place to call his own, so calls another witch, in his heart another stitch another scar this shit is so bizarre, I mean would you get into a car if you knew every drive would put you in the hospital, stuck with a hundred needles, no one would be so eager to get behind the wheel if that's what they would feel, so why turn to another witch, let them flip your switch, let them hug and kiss and then decide to diss you to ditch you to just up and dismiss you. what a waste of time what a waste of passion, so it's time to take some action, get to it get crackin' side with your own faction, stand up and stand alone, don't let another witch inside your dome inside your soul, be whole and succinct while you take the time to think that it really is better this way than living in a grave, being the soulless slave of another witch, go find your niche go find your calling, spend no more time falling for another heartless whore that can only darken your door, by now the lesson is learned, make yours the last stake on which they burn.