Purity
Cut deep into me, pass the flesh
there is purity beyond the muscles and tendons
Cut deep into me, saw through the bones
there is purity in the marrow no one gets to see.
Keep cutting until you find my soul
if it was ever there at all.
Hang my skin upon the wall
there's purity in the blood you paint with
Leave your signature at the bottom
there is purity in all that ceases to be.
Keeping cutting until you find my soul
if there ever was one inside of me.
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