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These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart


These Hateful Hands and its Hateful Heart A galaxy of thoughts Rushing through my head As my trembling, pitiful hands Sought what was ahead It was always right there So close yet so Far That impossible motion To change My into Our Like two cars colliding Our threads of fate entwined The beautiful doves meeting The stars had aligned You were my shooting star The one that came true Once in a Lifetime Double rainbow, pink hue A flower converging Its silky petals One by One You showed me the world Then it came all undone You stole my shoelaces Do you know how it felt? You traveled farther ahead Leaving me here to melt I melted, I melted From The pressure The heartache The expectations The dream once deferred The storm crackled above The black beast inside stirred It was oh, so struggling to rise So eager for the absurd I will not let it rise Never on my life But then my heart was slashed Through with a long, crusty knife This deliberate gesture A B raping one sweet flower Then moving on to the next Leaving the other to cower The sweet lips caress And nibble and tease Only to leave without a trace The pounding will never cease The reality crashes down Like sticks on my heart drums You don’t bother to pick Up all the floor-lying crumbs The pendulum had suspended Exiting my being My heartbeat now broken I find myself fleeing Fleeing from The trouble The corruption My heart’s fake double … You call me a coward What else am I to do? … I stare Down At my hands These hateful hands The ones that held yours The ones that sought you The ones that gave up The only ones that knew Knew my true heart Knew my soul’s crying Knew my refusal I have to keep on trying! These hateful hands This hateful heart My body is a puppet Crazy threads bending apart The only ones truthful Are my hands and its heart My eyes refuse to stare My legs do not budge My mouth does not speak My brain still holds a grudge His leaving black silhouette His back that’s still Proud My hands stretch out towards him Is my racing heart allowed? The motionless marionette that I am I lie and watch him go The pain is so Cutting So agonizing and slow The Blood red waves lapping At my wriggling toes I venture further knowing its danger But then my steps slow The monstrous beast inside stirs No more strength to overcome Why deny the corruption and lies I Fall To the raging currents I succumb The pain slaps me. My body convulses As my sobs overtake me The only truthful part of my body Still hopelessly stretching Stretching towards you Stretching for merciless Fate To please come take me away Now, only the Grim Reaper Awaits Only Time Hopelessly hopeful time I must leave like Cinderella 11:11 the clock chimes Now, let’s rewind. It was always right there So close yet so Far That impossible motion To change My into Our A galaxy of thoughts Rushing through my head As my trembling, pitiful hands Gave up what was ahead There was no chance. The distance was too far. These hateful hands And its hateful heart
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