The face is covered, thick with blood.
The eyes are burning white,
They gaze with a psychotic love
At your body full of fright.

The nose is shriveled or perhaps just gone,
The hand, curved around your cheek.
The body is upon your form,
But you can feel it getting weak.   

The eyebrows, you can see, are gone,
But the muscles, they’re pulled tight.
In the brain, there’s something wrong.
You’re learning this tonight.

The head twists in an unnatural way,
Bones stab through the skin,
Blood pours from the mouth that speaks
“Be my little sin.”