My sex

I'm alone with no avail I tend to masturbate and dream of hell
I cut myself not with knives but with bitten fingernails
You wouldn't believe the agony-I fall asleep
And In this sense we all have gifts my problem is I cut myself short
Not with jokes but with a distrust of sorts
so please dream dream away as i FUCK WITH HELL
And come out with a master planned escape- I'd be well
Plotting to master the devils own disaster and make it mine
To orgasmic heights i climb
And know this your boyhood fetishes
Are small in comparison to my horns so devilish
I'd cum for you