Grave scare

I am scared
God is always watching
My parents want me to be

I want to write
Sacrifice on holy breasts
Shed darkness in my light
Stamp and spit
And hammer down the final nail
And raise my tent higher.

“Don’t look at me!”. I-A-M-S-C-A-R-E-D

Maybe kill a few lives
I am not normal. I was born this way.

Deaf and dead.

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