Remnants in Her Corpse

Why does the Witch cry?
Bitter virgin? Bitter slut?
Why does the Witch cry?
Her eerie moans! Her anguished thrusts!
I'm sure that I will die.
Her jagged claws! Her deathly lusts!

You weep.
Your scars run deep.
You sing -
of gloom and nothing.

Why cry? Do you weep
tears, blood, or bile?
Can't die? Live on
as a corpse defiled.

I see a corpse:
willed by oblivion,
weeping midst her ghastly kin,
living in a world of sin,
feeding off of violent whims.
Despair cries out, but
fury wins.

I see a Witch.
I don't know which is worse:
hearing your pain-song or
fear for my life.
It feels a little wrong, but I'll
end your strife.
Farewell, bitch.