Dude, I just found an inspirational pic and wrote a poem. It's like what a witch's black cat thinks of her brewing potions to kill people and stuff. The pic is .

Bubble, bubble, toil, and trouble.
You add another piece
To this sickening recipe.
Concoction to boil the blood,
Sear the skin,
Ensnare the senses.
Cruel apothecary,
Malicious witch,
Heartless fiend,
Why do you brew such nasty potions?
Vile liquid
Slithering down the throat
Makes the death of some unfortunate man.
You anonymous murderer,
Karma's revenge shall be sweet
On your empty heart
And sadistic mind
As you step into line
For the reaper's pityless scythe.