Deep I have buried the feelings
Happy sad anger admiration curiosity and love

Some days, sadness finds its way to the surface and I let it pour over
Happiness doesn't even try anymore

Love has decomposed and curiosity has been shushed in the corner
They have been imprisoned in separate cells
Locked and sentenced for the havoc they made

For making me want things, so far from my reach
Cravings just another form of sin

I dig and dig and dig
And then I tire myself
Is it worth it, unearthing the potions that make a witch
The condemned, unfit form of human
A being full of emotions