Voodoo Spell

My best mate went to see a voodoo Dr.

He wished upon a voodoo spell

I went to the cemetery to visit his grave

I was searching high and low until

i found my mates head stone

i smoked a joint and blew the frost

off a couple of cold ones.

I dug up my mates grave only to find

it filled with filthy worms and decaying

human flesh.

I sat back blow a joint heard my

mate say don’t stand at my grave

and weep.

I am not their

i looked up saw my best mate looking

like a zombie what a mess

I always knew my mate had

a thing for sweet smelling blood.

But this was over the top

my mate had no life in his eyes

i touch his skin it was ice cold

I believe he sold his soul

will my mate be walking the earth forever?

Like a vampire?

or be feasting upon bones of the dead?

Beware of voodoo spells………………………..


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4 Responses to Voodoo Spell

  1. Oooh beware of the voodoo!

  2. arjun bagga says:

    I believe he sold his soul. Unique writing, I love your twisty style!

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