Droplets of your sour blood collect and form a bittersweet pool
you stand above your gray dead body just starring freakishly
your eyes look deeply into a wide open gash,
Satan's blade lye close just inches away from flesh,
her weapon marked with a name,
for her new slave in hell.
the devil bends down and dips her finger in the pool of blood,
an evil snicker escapes from her breath as she rubs the bittersweet fluid on her lips,
she grins and licks it off.
slender hands pull back your hair viciously,
but you feel nothing and say nothing,
your soul is her gift now.
you gave her all that you were,
she whispers in your ear "Time to go to hell my slave. You've been sacrificed to me. I see your name, it is spelled out here in thick red letters"
she points to her saber
"your mine now."
an instant jolt of nausea strikes you hard as you're struck down to her world,
this is hell now. welcome home