Wish Bone.

Pentagrams surround me creatively,
Staring down at my cherry stained palms,

_{Nails,
Hinder my bloodied self,
To a wall,
Facing south,}

The God's laugh down upon me,
_{As I beg for them to stop,}

Pennies flop down from an invisible ceiling,
Burning my bare stomach,
_{Causing more blood to float from me,}

Black tears streak down my rotting face,
_{As a way to try and get away,}

The Gods laugh down at me,
_{As they twist sweet gravity,}
Making me twist,
And scream,
As salty tears fill my blossoming skin,

_{Piercings line my very being,}
Going into my bleeding eyeballs,
All the way down to my decapitated knee bones,

A great big jewel hangs around my neck,
Keeping me alive,
As I slowly die,

_{Making the pain,}
Ebb,
It's way,

Down through my skin,
_{To suck up,
The light,}
From deep within,

_{As I kick my overfilled pee bowl,}
From beneath my tied feet,
To find that I was beneath,

_{My soul crawls through this place,}
Forever locked in distant disgrace,

_{A cheesy smell has overtaken my many interlaces,}
As I circle around,
This bloody maze,

_{The Gods sit in their hickory chairs,}
Raising their dusty chains,
To leather my dieing skin,
_{To a withering little whim,}

For,
All I am,
Is a pile,
Of heaping wishes,

_{Those evil bitches-they gave my wish bone,}
To a greedy witch,

_And,
Now I sit,
In my little maze,
Of floating pentagrams,
_{As they hiss,}

At that backstabbing witch.