The Graves That I'd Caused

i cut a line in my skin

for each grave that i'd caused

line after line,

my mind went for a walk

i saw a grave in my head.

and i counted them off.

two by two, the lines grew

for all those i'd lost.

line after line.

i drew them across.

until i pulled downwars.

to join death and i crossed.

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