Waiting at the Office

Waiting at the office, waiting for my time
How did I get to this point in my life?
Do I blame myself or blame society
Sometimes the worst regrets you can never recover

I’ve always been strange, always been this way
Even as a child I never smiled much
One parent always yelled, the other never there
So that Sunday I set outside to find myself a home

I found the abandoned mansion, the place Where I belonged
picked up witchcraft, studying long hours all day
The world hated me so I made abominations of nature
One day I hoped to change the world for the worse

I needed help from the realms of the other world
So I summoned an imp from the fires below
Small, helpful, maniacal red
My worst regret was I never gratified him

He was rash at first, but then a faithful assistant
He was the great provider and a shapeshifter too
Spells, hexes, and curses we made
And I realized I made my first friend

But as I grew older, the magic faded
I would go weeks looking for my friend
The broom that was him never turned back
And I knew he had forsaken me

After that I stopped witchcraft and burned the books
But the hole in me never repaired
I went days without sleep or food
My life was nothing without my friend

So I fashioned a bomb hidden in me
I’m waiting at the office lobby, taking in my thoughts
Feels sort of sad, but nice to have closure
I’ll visit my friend very soon