My blood runs down all the walls
We carry our fortresses
We let our battles choose us
It’s the clowns I want to see strewn across the battlefields
It’s the masks I want to find in the ruins
Cover me with a quilt of flags
Sing me a lullaby
I set sail on a body pillow
On a journey across the Atlantic
I held my hands down in the water
and blood poured out my fingertips
Sharks formed a single-file line
Their fins gleaming in my bloody wake
Thousands of sharks in a line behind me
Sometimes I was thirsty
Sometimes I was hungry
I was never alone
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