Strange Voodoo.

You slay me with your wicked ways,
Your evil eye penertrates to the very heart of me.
Hexed I lie bleeding in your arms,
A demented sort of sanctuary.
In your strange voodoo
I find my peace,
Your magnetic witch craft is all of me.
I ask for nothing,
Yet you give me your pain.
Don't I have to carry enough of my own?