enchantress

Stranger
Servant of the moon
It's always pleasure with you
A power higher than yourself
In all you do
Worship at the altar of the low hanging fruit

Was I a talisman?
A vessel of your curse?
I try to reach for you
But it hurts

Enchantress I choose myself now
No more shall I linger, spellbound
Oh, oh

Peaches
Painted and of flesh
Fill the empty spaces that you left
Cut the plump
The juice will run, the skin will bleed
Sweet and wet and poison
Omen of darker things

Don't let the peaches grow
Desecrate the earth
I try to wash away your nectar
But it hurts

Enchantress I choose myself now
No more shall I linger, spellbound
Seductress, but I saw sister
How did you become a stranger?



Credits
Writer(s): Jessie Forde-johnston
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