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I dug graves for you
As deep as my sin
The depths of my longing
And even...
Further

My heart sunk into your palms
Where you wistfully toyed with the idea
Of crushing me
So swift
That I would never know the difference
Only a sharp pain that felt like
Home

I tried to be happy
But even that felt like dying
Every time you found me
I drug another grave
More deep
More precious
Right next to
... your father

I mean to be crude
To tell you
That I would have never known that no one cared
Had to never pillaged through my town
With a torch
And a tank of gasoline
Burning me to the ground
I burned
For years
Never ending
Never seeing

You were the devil in my eyes
And when I screamed
I literally meant
"Go to hell"
Only back from where you came
I thought that maybe
They were used to you there

I buried you
Never the way that I wanted to
But in my mind
And you sneaky little fool
You keep trying to dig your way out
Right when I knew
That by now
You had to have run out of air

But maybe evil doesn't need oxygen
It just needs to know
That the desolation
That you so fondly brought out of me
Could be begging
For your wounds
Digging a grave
To live in misery next you you
What I knew...
For so long
So Long