It be a cursed blade that tongue of yours
with which you cut me
Electrocution therapy, flex- relax.  
An ice cold palm with
Fingers of a white hot compass needle
Pointing me to Hell
  Each of your ten demons tormenting me,
My torn limbs bleed
Punish me for observing myself
I deserve it
Choked, knotted, bruised and at your mercy
You command me.
Towering above with your heaving *******
You are my God
Your hair- bolts of lighting- your voice- thunder.
Accept my sacrifice.