Potions for my soul

A story of deception, sadness and awakening told in a somewhat progressive form. Masterfully selling potions and charms Carefully picking herbs to fuel the harm Pitiful creature born of spell and ash Regret now stalks you, rising with the crash Cleverly weaving symbols in the dust Chanting the words with eyes so cold and just Power through envy, drawn from cursed desire And silence falls like smoke from hidden fire Now the storm rises, breaking through your spell Echoes will follow every step you tread Chains forged in secrets drag you down to hell The fire you sparked now burns the life you led Did you believe the curse would miss your name? The shadows wait, and always play their game Even in masks, the guilt will find your face Your soul was spent to win a hollow race Masterfully selling potions in disguise Carefully choosing how to spin the lies Pitiful magic buried in your thread Regret now haunts the things you left unsaid Quietly carving sigils on the floor Whispers of lies slip through a hidden door Driven by hunger nothing could appease Now all is still beneath the poisoned trees Now the storm crashes through the lies you cast Shadows awaken everywhere you tread Whispers you buried echo from the past The flame you fed now scorches all you fled I sought the power, chased the cursed embrace Intentions black beneath a borrowed grace But you arrived and claimed what I had planned And left me trapped inside the spell I’d manned Now the storm howls beyond your broken veil Footsteps are haunted by the words you bled Truth wrapped in silence drags you down to fail The fire you lit consumes the path you led I never should have answered to your flame A hunger drove me far beyond my name Your beauty masked the venom in your soul And now I wear its mark, no longer whole