Images not meant to be seen,
penetrate me like pins,
forcing themselves inside me,
underneath my skin,
burrowing their way towards my sin,
my soul,
my everything,
I try to resist,
I lock myself away,
alone,
separated from the darkness I see in all,
the bloodlust I fight,
the urge,
to kill.
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