My sister spoke of demons
Who used to tear at her while she slept.
Creatures who filled her head with lies.
Voices who screamed.

Leaving now frail corpse
With a sneer of hatred,
So deep, mortician's wax
Could never repair.

Face contorted,
Clawing reason from my mind,
Feeling every hair stand on end,
Body thrown about the room.

Had Darkness completely
Enveloped her soul,
Wholly cut her off from Light,
To devour the sick and wounded?

Darling child with pale blue lips,
Explain how the crucifix
Burned your delicately soft hands.

Unearthly cold,
Shake free from me,
Release your grip upon my entrails,
Drumming heartbeat within my ears.
Blood stained blonde hair,
Spattered brown upon the wall.

Sickening smell,
Mixture of bile and evil,
Lodged firm within my lungs,
Purging from me distracting thoughts.

Within warped hands a final note,
'Dear World,
Dear Mom, I'm sorry,
It hurts; I'm scared.
Today they told me
They wanted my soul.
I'm bleeding, I'm sor-'

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