These Hands

Clean the dirt From under your nails To convince the world That you're cleansed from sin When in reality You're clean of sleep Dig out the torture With your teeth And revel in the foul taste Of Deceit Pick away at what heals you In attempts to put your current demons To rest Pluck out the boats from the harbor So that the balance of the waters Becomes uneven With too many fish Drown yourself In a dry wasteland of guilt Because it was your own scarred hands That brought you here Detach your finger tips From you mind So that your soul can rest easy Knowing they're no longer A threat When the very thing That connects your thoughts To the page Like a bridge of beauty A river of lanterns floating Towards the unknown mind When it all turns to dust What do you do? When it devours everything In black hole flames And takes delight In its own tear stains What do you do? You indulge in it Let the darkness and flames Bury you in the bile of Demons harboring inside Your Detached limbs Let the blood In your veins Boil away the mold Growing over the place You call a cemetery For the grotesque And the evil Brake open the crate To your selfish nature And watch it indulge in It’s twisted pleasures Allowing the flames to fester Is just like opening a gate Towards disaster. Today is the day That darkness reigns Supreme