What have I become...
when these hands dictate the ending of days?
These two demons...that work for the Devil...
advocate a Life that Leaves me with nothing to say...
Often speaking through their touch...
and spreading love with their words...
I get blind-sided by a fear...
manifested when speechless thoughts occur...
Wrong things to say...
Never felt so...
...unavoidable...
Since Tainted Hands know no boundaries...
Absolution has found me...
With blemishes that fund a poisoned hold...
My spoiled grasp on your heart...
...weakens with every thought...
...every idea of holding you...
Realizing what i'm not...
...I respond to your loneliness...
With an affection...so...
...crude...
'I've never felt this way...about Lovin'...'
I've never felt so....
*Sigh...*
...My Disease & I...
...Live alone...
Cause the question...
What does your love mean to me?
Has such a lonely tone...
Blunted by such a reality...
I've come to realize that...
...Love & Appreciation...
Don't Live like people do...
So please understand...
That responsibility was not within me...
But within these Idle Hands...
...that have kept me away from Loving You...
VoySe ...
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