My Voodoo Doll

I've been in the market
For a voodoo doll
A replica of my target
I will torture and appall
Found a place on the hands
Where I want to begin
The pain will he withstand
As I insert the pin
I secretly watched
Him wither in pain
Cuts formed a notch
And a small blood stain
A few days later
I grabbed my scissors  
Acting as his creator  
Will this voodoo doll deliver
On his right leg
I gave a quick snip
For mercy he begged  
After he tripped
Under a bus wheel
His leg was smashed
This voodoo doll is real  
Two months in a cast
I gave him time to heal
Then aimed for the chest
Just so he could feel  
The heart attack that's next
Six pins were inserted
That should do the trick
But death was averted  
And he recovered quick
Determination fueled by guilt
I want my target dead
So a guillotine was built
To decapitate their head
This created contraption  
Imagined by my mind
Fills my death satisfaction  
Razor sharp blades soon find
Slicing quickly across his neck
Blood splatters all around
My body hits the deck
My voodoo doll falls down
My head rolls across the floor
My body lays motionless
I finally settled my score
And escaped my brokenness