devil you called again slept in my faults again and i recall your hands i recall your hands and devil you called for me in the love in the faces of these people and places and you haunt the spaces in between am i dead am i numb am i asleep and regarding your many fold face i see you cannibal you you gave to take and i hold on all sides my soul is marked by the shards of the jar where i kept all my scars so i patchworked reasons i ve been tiding lots of tearfulness and lots of sighing but my hands my hands weren t made for praying so i swallow these tears i ve been crying