I've been angry lately... not at anyone in particular... myself mostly.
Darryl is at work... I'm just waiting to go visit him... I was cleaning the apartment... getting my art stuff cleaned up... and I came across my Voodoo Doll...
... Oh little Voodoo Doll... with your pins and anger... you have done everything I have asked of you and more. He broke my heart... and I told him... he knew... You hurt me, I hurt you. It's funny to see how everything fell apart. He could blame it on other factors... but everything I wished came came true.
And upon you forever, this curse shall follow.
The wicked who would do me harm,
May he take the throat disease,
Spirally, virally, circularly,
Fluxy, phlegmy, swollen and grim.
Be it harder than stone,
Be it blacker than coal,
Be it swifter than a bird,
Be it heavier than lead.
Be it fiercer, sharper, harsher,
Than the hard, thorn biting holly.
Be it sourer than the lemon and
The bitter salt.
A dysentery of blood from heart,
From mouth, from bones,
From liver, from the lobe, from the lungs,
And a scalding of veins, of throat, and
Of kidneys,
To my contemners and traducers,
Seven times seven times.
In name of doll,
Who guarded from me every evil,
And who shielded me in strength,
From the net of my breakers
And destroyers,
Seven times seven times.
... I sometimes question my sanity...
Humanity is so unkind,
Everyone isn't what they seem.
Just know that all is well,
Ends in hell.
