Hands

here i sit all alone

smelling liquors cutting my soules on broken phones

hold me tightly the one that remains

for why i’ll lie only tonight

ahhh now I think its alright to give in to give in

yeah

cause nearly everything I touch cringes

and sorrow never fell from my heart

to say

I don’t like my hands

and I don’t want anyones hands in replacement

I mean sometimes I do

but only to bit them, pick their fingernails, dip them in mud

recently I’ve been weaker parts of my mind has melted, others boiled away

no I don’t think its alright

and I no longer makes sense

if I’m here dead and to a crisp

then so it shall be just don’t admit me