Tormentia Curse

Visualize all the flowers as your targets, and the blood root as their blood. Put them under the sunlight during a whole day simbolizing all their good, bright times they have experienced before the curse. If you have any small belongings of them, put them close to the flowers during the first day. At the end of the day, put war water in a jar and carefully slip the flowers inside of it, then retrieve them back.

On the first day:
Burn the pink rose with the purple candle, keeping the morning glories near the candle, as if watching the first target being burned.

On the second day:
Squish one of the morning glories, visualizing it as your target and the action as messing with their minds and hurting them in the process.

On the third day:
Repeat the same thing with another morning glory, another target. Do the same thing during all the days needed according to your targets.

On the fourth day:
Put all the squished flowers together, light the black candle and, focusing on the flame, chant: "O (your deity, focusing on the revengeful side of said deity, if you haven't got any you can chant to a chaotic mythological creature, I used the goddess Morrigan), full of power and anger, perfectly entwined, let this insignificant being become the most dangerous Witch (or wizard, sorcerer or any magical being you identify as) for I am wishing to see despair, May (target's full name) get lost in the sea of madness, may (another target's full name) become a living corpse, may (target's full name) search for an inexistent relief of the least beareable pain, may (target's full name) drown in their own tears for they are in sorrow, and may my power force them all to finally succumb to the enchants of Death. Hear my calling, ravens of the discord, make them blind and make their empty holes bleed (squish the blood root and throw it up the flowers) until they aren't able to feel, Hear me, dying trees, turn their brains into a scary forest of tormentia they can never escape (raise the tormentil) And, above all, may I hear my own soul for she is going to make them weep, Alongside with (deity) who has heard my darkest desires, for we will reunite when I finish my journey of chaos in this insignificant world when compared to You, But for now I send you these souls who have wronged a witch of your own and precious belonging. May your sacred darkness teach them to not to mess with anyone but themselves, So mote it be!"

Wait until the candle consumes itself and focus on your intent, let your mind wander imaginging the targets in pain and thanking your deity.