The Hand of Gold

The knives of yesterday claw and scratch, demanding to pierce the soul

Fighting and pleading, meet your match, as your body turns back to coal

The darkness that’s built up inside

You’ve tried and tried to hid

These things we cannot change, we’ve tried to cover up

Our past mistakes full of shame, cowarding like a pup

We fear the opinions of others

Hiding by our mothers

As the world demands we suffer

And alas, there is no buffer

The teeth of all our demons slowly settle in

Constantly reminding us, the pain of all our sins

The heavy hand leaves bruises

As your person finally looses

With the clang of a fallen warrior

You then become a quarrier

Digging deeper towards the core

Feeling you’ve lost the war

The weight of worlds on your shoulders

The enemy becomes the holder

Slowly you drift away

Into the vastness of the grey

The hand that creates gold

Has now strengthened his hold

Like a cloud in the dreary sky

You begin to cry

The hand has crushed who you are

The darkness seeps from its jar

Your world is consumed by fire

Your situation becomes dire

You loose your footing and fall down

As the golden hand makes you drown

Everything becomes nothing; you’re hopes, your dreams, your cares

All become a side effect of the hands wiry affairs

As everything that makes you, you slowly disappears

You have become a know one, your happy is but a smear

You’re tangled in a web that the hand has spun so neat

The gold has blinded you to all the good, as you fall closer to the heat

This is the bottom now, a place I don’t want to be

The green turns to black, it wilts away the tree

You don’t want to go on

The final blade has been drawn

The golden hand finally wins

I feel the knife across my skin

All my sorrows fade to black

This is it. No turning back