Don't step on the
Scratching hands and splintered skin
Your fingers crossed, a foot print on your chest
A crucifix against your lips and one more time for my sake
Broken stones and brittle bones
Your cloudy eyes are raining from inside
It comes in threes, it's underneath
It's upside down and shattered
Superstitial Indecision
Wishing water
Teaching torture
Don't step on the
Count the crows