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