I was blind so I carved my eyes out with a dull spoon.
Then I adorned my empty soul sockets with red roses.
The warm blood trickles down my sad white doll face and onto
my lovely white dress.
Soiled with semen and tattered by ticks.
I forever question the purity of my sinful innocents. Only once again to be reminded of my own pathetic existence.
And now, slowly my sanity begins to be washed away
by the raging storms that molest the broken hour glass;
for which it rest within my hollow breast never counting time.
For indeed, with one quick turn of the door with no handles
I will open the opened Pandora's box into the chained angel's cage, Lucifer,
and he will rape me of my perverseness
and send me on a realm of continuous orgasm.