Black Magic Poem by Grasshopper Bot

I don't know what vodoo she did
How she plucked my soul out of the grid
Drip by drip I am oozing blood
Until finally it's all standstill

A captive audience she doth have
As she slices my twin heart apart
I thought there were fused as one
But for her now the fun has begun

A poke a prod a nudge a shove
I am trampled like never before
This poor little soul of mine
Is lost before it's time

Her plotting mind
Her devious gaze
Stole what's mine
And put me in place

The circle of life
Thus works
One stands to beget
For what one does

I predict a future
Of even more pain
You cruel thing
I can no more sing again