Ding-Dong the Witch Is (Not) Dead
The monkeys are flying again
They bring the doubts, the insecurity, the fear of abandonment
Who feeds you bastards??
The Wicked Witch is dead.
Or is she?
Maybe she is my alter ego.
She feeds you those everlasting tasty morsels of deceit, unfaithfulness, and verbal abuse,
And you take flight.
How do I clip your wings and keep you grounded forever?