I feel disconnected from reality,
I see the memories of physical abuse on my skin.
The deep lacerations dripping blood, as if a vampire broke my skin and drank me for there meal.
The hostleness boiling my veins, like dry ice boiling a potion in a witches caldron.
I think of death and wish for it to come,
I feel disconnected from reality, that I am on bended knee praying to the dark angel to set my spirit free.
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just some memories came crashing in.