Identity

Are we found guilty?

Did I leave my pain

All over your chest?

Ripped to the core

Emptied into little shreds

Sobbing as I get to watch

Little children play with my body

I can’t get away fast enough

Their tongues plead for more

Swimming faster to the shore

I sink into the sandy depths

Hands baked dry, no one to lift me

I sense my time is coming near

Home is now my path to take

But death says I am still to blame

Deeds and dwellings I did not make

Burrowing into my carcass

I am their slave

There’s nothing of me

No more

For you to save

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