Fiendish sculpture

Her

Stay away, I do not want or need you

I am not on my own, I have demo-

ns, voices and jinns

O, so tempting your shiny grins

Ach, I must reign, my brain is stained

Too drained to splatter it on paper

I do not want to feel profaned

Just like the prey before the viper

A cold-blooded look then you bite down

And the venom evokes a desire, not a single sound

Leaving me languish

Then I close my eyes in utter anguish 

And ponder...

I feel even more exhausted , I might sleep

Counting black sheeps: one , two..

Now I am talking to someone, Who?

I do not know them, I just weep

He who cleanses himself with tears remains pure