mark like cain

Blessed be the mark like cain
That knits my open skin
Mend my cloth with thread so tight
Then play it like a violin
I was promised pain with breath
And pain has been delivered
Kill me now then I fell down
On hands and knees that quivered

Tell me how
I'm lucky it's not worse
You're lucky I'm not

12 in only socks and shoes
Do you think you'll have kids
You should know they'd be like you
If you ever did
Pray to hands that study
Trust strands fingers with a knife
Trust someone who likes holding
A grip on death and life

Tell me how
Please tell me how it ends
Please tell me there's an

Tell me how
I'm lucky it's not worse
You're lucky I'm not
Please tell me how it ends
Please tell me there's an
Please tell me there's an
Please tell me there's an end



Credits
Writer(s): Nathalie Miller
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