Purgatory of sleep rushes in as 
Chamber doors burst open 
Snapping to attention 
Like a good little warrior to 
Ward off the hallelujahs 
Tickling the attention of consciousness

Like the stain that continues to emerge 
No matter how many times it’s scrub away 
The moment fleeting as outlines resurface 
Piling bodies upon the stage of redemption
Masks worn like oppressive armor

To rid oneself of holy haunts
First, one should dig up their bones 
Second, torch them
Third, walk away and don’t look back

Starting from the start, scrubbing, blotting, scrubbing the stain away.