The Voodoo Subject.

I have a voodoo doll in your name,
a hair from your mane.

This spell will work, as it always has.
The pain will stay, as it always does.

I'll poke a needle in your eye.
cut you up from inside,
pluck your limbs apart one by one...
my, we're gonna have so much fun!

The image of you screaming in pain,
brings a warm, happy feeling in my soul.
you'll try to escape in vain,
as i'll be bleeding your bowel.

You'll be sitting somewhere,
Unaware.
The shock of hurt.
When the blood will spurt.

leaves you bleeding,
without a clue,
of what just happened...

Scream all you want my love,
as you lie,
writhing in pain.

Every drop of your blood,
will be sweet revenge,
Served warm for a change.

And at last,
as i burn the voodoo doll to ash,
i can imagine, the smell of your flesh cooking.

as the straws burn,
there'll be a smile on my face. :)


(c) felix bambaboy