Sanitize
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Sanitize
your soul
cleanse your skin
from the blood that burns you,
tainted
with demons
of the past.
Tainted with
places
you didn't mean to go.
Visions
haunt your mind
in nocturnal solitude,
they twist your soul
into a form you don't recognize..
The face with the butterfly eyes
is not your own.
With you newfound wings you want to fly,
but the demons pull you down, down, down,
drowning you, suffocating you with memories.
A needle prick brings sleepy oblivion,
peaceful visions of life
before insanity.



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