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These Hands

Clean the dirt
From under your nails
To convince the world
That you're cleansed from sin
When in reality
You're clean of sleep
Dig out the torture
With your teeth
And revel in the foul taste
Of Deceit
Pick away at what heals you
In attempts to put your current demons
To rest
Pluck out the boats from the harbor
So that the balance of the waters
Becomes uneven
With too many fish
Drown yourself
In a dry wasteland of guilt
Because it was your own scarred hands
That brought you here
Detach your finger tips
From you mind
So that your soul can rest easy
Knowing they're no longer
A threat
When the very thing
That connects your thoughts
To the page
Like a bridge of beauty
A river of lanterns floating
Towards the unknown mind
When it all turns to dust
What do you do?
When it devours everything
In black hole flames
And takes delight
In its own tear stains
What do you do?
You indulge in it
Let the darkness and flames
Bury you in the bile of
Demons harboring inside
Your Detached limbs
Let the blood
In your veins
Boil away the mold
Growing over the place
You call a cemetery 
For the grotesque
And the evil
Brake open the crate
To your selfish nature
And watch it indulge in
It’s twisted pleasures 
Allowing the flames to fester
Is just like opening a gate
Towards disaster. 
Today is the day
That darkness reigns
Supreme

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