A ghost in the fog creeps to my front door,
Slipping through the cracks into my room,
Waking up unexpectedly, and oh so soon,
To the patter of baby’s feet on the floor.
I find the loaded pistol in my top drawer,
Only by the guiding light of the full moon,
I shoot twice and hear a resonating boom,
Unfazed is the body of a wretched whore.
And she merely laughs gently to herself,
As she descends upon me and kisses me,
Effectively disarming me of my weapon.
I notice the smooth leather from a belt,
Wrapping around both my hands and feet,
And this is apparently when the fun begins.
Piercing eyes sending a seductive stare,
As she rests her index finger over my lips,
She lowers her thighs down onto my hips,
To assure me that I’m not going anywhere.
With a sleight of hand she strips me bare,
I suppose to see if I am properly equipped,
Spreading her arms as if she’s on a crucifix,
A light wind captures her long black hair.
I feel my heart skip and temperature rise,
She wraps both arms around my neck,
And sways her hips, taking total control.
A fiery red appears in both of her eyes,
As she digs her nails deep into my chest,
Reaches down, and comes out with my soul.
Staring at the ceiling with all of her might,
She lets out a high-pitched demonic roar,
And when I think I cannot stand anymore,
The room is engulfed with a blinding light.
Outlines of demons appearing in my sight,
All flocking towards the wretched whore,
In her hand like maggots on an apple core,
For they shall all feast on my soul tonight.
“I thought I already gave this to you once!”
I exclaimed as I laid defenseless in strife,
And at that moment, dead silence befell.
“The soul reincarnates when you do my son,
And I am entitled to it each and every life,
There are no fine print loopholes in hell!”
She took the liberty of gouging out my eyes,
As the demons pulled out each of my nails,
They removed my vocal cords as I flailed,
While taking great measures to keep me alive.
Fingers and toes amputated and cauterized,
Both arms and legs methodically curtailed,
Ears and nose pulled off, my throat impaled,
To finish it off, castrated and sodomized.
The bed portrays the artwork of the insane,
Blood and remains decorated everywhere,
The proverbial icing on the cake for this job.
Ready for my next life, he sets the bed aflame,
A putrid thick black smoke replaces the air,
As the ghost creeps back out into the fog.