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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