The Hands That Falter
I'm helpless, helplessly so,
Bound to the weight of mine own woe.
Mine hands do shake, mine limbs do fail,
And every deed is carved in frail.
I wander around aimlessly,
A wretch who doth not wish to be.
Mine fingers break what once stood tall,
Mine lips do lie, mine own to fall.
I tear, I spoil, I set to waste,
I choke on all I swore to taste.
Till breath is thin and time is slow,
I'm helpless, helplessly so.
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