Welcome to my hell,
he said with a smile.
Grey eyes like rain clouds
never leaving me out of sight.
He's talking, twisting his words around.
Weaving pretty lies through my mind.
Such a doll, with a painted little face.
Smile for me my love, he says
with a cool finger on my breast.
Looking down he asks,
you like my hell don't you?
It's okay, I whisper in return.
Angered he strikes me across my face.
Drawing blood on my cheek,
he laughs and licks his fingers clean.
Lets combine it, to make one.
I'll be your king, you can be my queen.
Leaning down, he gives a deadly kiss.
It's time you become my temptress.
