The cleansing

Crawling leeches upon my skin;
Sucking the life from me; everything I've been. 
Bloody memories of my past;
Draining my feelings everything so fast. 

I can not escape my death of fate;
Plea of forgiveness is to late. 
Hell had fell deep within my lap of flames;
This hellish twisted fucking games. 

Finding all of my minds hiding spots;
Leaving my body helpless as it rots. 
Decompressing my eyes to no longer see;
Leaving lesser than what I used to be. 

My thoughts of suicide are no longer sought;
One less feeling that I have fought. 
Feeling of loneliness pours from my veins;
Spewing out all of my fuct up pains. 

A twisted mind full of crazy ideas of death;
Now released with my frosty breath. 
Feeling this warmness thru a broken heart;
For the terror of love; no longer falling apart. 

Emptiness feeling with a concert of Harps and a violin;
Erasing my mind from everything that I've been. 
Barbed thorns sinking into my my brain;
Only to driving out that is all insane. 

Stakes thru my hands and my feet;
Just dangling there with  my bloody meat.
Do I have the right to be the one of cleansing;
Salty tear from my half hearted heart releasing this possessed being. 
To rid all of this  is worth seeing. 

The emptiness drains from the seeping pours;
Forgetting everything; opening all of my flesh stitched doors. 
Razors of passing the past race out of my appendages;
Refreshing me of all damages. 

Step by step turning into the blinding dust;
To kill all of these feelings are a must. 

No longer will it feed upon my pain;
No longer will my thoughts drain. 
To kill what was killing me;
Everything that I thought that I would see. 

I will refuse to give into the mind of insanity;
For I am down on lending knee. 
I will spit nails from my throat;
Self religion will be my antidote. 

This soulless cleansing has commenced;
Not to be a prisoner of my mind to fight against. 
To feel the sun on this clammy face;
Leaving me in a peaceful place. 

The cleansing: killing everything that made me feel so wrong;
Stopping the feeling that I didn't belong.
For I know I started our so dark;
For around my neck...GODS mark