A sacrifice worthy over times wicked hands,
a call heeded needlessly,
my sin a plight on my own soiled stains,
so she said,
and then the beginning ended,
weathered was I,
circumstances aplenty,
the demon’s right hand,
blue men and women,
prisoned me inside a cell of iron,
cast within the mould that I was not part of,
a supple creature,
a pleasuring end,
my teeth around my wrists,
a flash of red,
and so begins the end…