Stepping on the golden stairs
I saw my life flash on the walls
My pains
My happiness
My hatred
My everything
It was all judged on the walls
Nothing was said, but the screams I yelled
As devils beat my back
I didn’t mean to do it
All I did was live my life
Please stop the pain from coming
Blood trickled down my back as the blades hit
My sensitive flesh
Open and shredded
Muscles revealed themselves
My tears flowed freely now
As the pain fused with my mind
Nothing could save me
From the life I lived
All of a sudden the beatings stopped
No blood covered my body
Feeling nothing my hands drifted over the scars that were once there
But the were clean as though nothing had ever touched me
Looking around to find an answer for my salvation
But all that was left was
A dove floating off into the heavens
And a purple rose at my feet.
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