Addicted To Vaginal Skin

A relapse of my bodySends my mind into multiple seizuresPsychologically a new human beingOne that has never beenCursed by the shamenHis voodoo spell has my soulMy limbsGo numbI can't control my own thoughtAre his nowHis evil consuming meEver telling meBegin the clit carvingSlowly turning me, into a flesh eating zombieKnowing this spell can only be brokenBy the vaginal skins of young womenI proceed to find the meatTheir bleeding cunts will set me freeWarmth seeping from thisBodyRottedAfter i sucked the blood from her assI feel more aliveMore alive than i've ever beenEven though now i'm dead withinMy mouth droolsAs i slice your periniumMy body smearedWith the guts i've extractedThrough her hole, came swollen organsCunnilingus with the mutilatedMy spirit returned from the deadReleased by the priestBut i felt more realWhen i was deadThe curse is brokenI have a dependence on vaginal skinIt's become my sexual addictionI must slit, the twitching clitRotted cavity hold the juiceBetween the legs, i love to carveMy cock is dripping with her blood