Masochist Hex

I see her in her pure white dress
She is attractive but far from virgin allure
She’s like a paper doll delicate and quick to burn
Quick to drown under the dark cloud’s waters
A witch child among all her sins
She hexes me until I feel disturbed and dismantled
Haunting me, calling me, I don’t want to get away
Going insane let me feel the pain I will not plead
I undress her, I can feel her soul is dead
Her body is raw and numb
Her body begins to curl from cunnilingus
My blood flows down her face, she does care
My blood flows down her arms, she doesn’t care
Underneath the demonisms I think I see a slither of a soul
Not so far from all that is from unearth
She wrecks my dismembering dreams
My heart begins to bleed for her
Starting solemn times
Stain my mind, pleasing my sick thoughts in my head
Undress her sickened mind