A familiar voice haunts my memory,
and causes the flesh to itch and bruise.
Deep within my veins, they beg and plead,
Set us free.

In a moment of delusion, steel breaks the skin,
and his name drips down my fingers for lift.
Forgetting is easy when its butterflies I bleed.
Cleansed of sin.

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Bleeding Butterflies is my new penname. Check it.