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Your nurse...

You asked me to be your nurse.
To stitch your scars.
But I am still trying to stitch mine.

You decide to cauterize instead.
Rising from the flames of my desire.
The demons fight relentlessly.
As you try to break the chains.

Writing a new hymn book.
Trying to listen but it's not so easy.
I need you to explain...

Thoughts are chaotic and strange
Everyone thinks I am insane.
Trying to get the blood stains out.
These battles just don't stop.

Writing me is your passion.
This distorted frame embracing the soul.
Strangling me and I love it.
Suffocating in a peaceful flow.

This malfunction is me.
Your mainframe attempts to decipher.
A blue screen, crashing into you.
You want to reboot me, but I am stuck.

You see brighter skies...
Where I see an eclipse, living to die.
Written by KristinaX
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