Those Hands

May 30, 2008
Screaming is useless
Like a knife staying sharp
I know not the person
Masks taint my memory
But those hands
Stained with blood
Mine, or perhaps another's
Soaking into the nail beds
Tightly wrapped around
My throat, I struggle
Yes, screaming is useless
When you're already dead

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