Violence, Speaks the Hands

Violence speaks the hands-
of someone who used to feel,
and now they only hurt,
from someone who could only steal.

My mind has gone crazy-
having visions oh so real,
misunderstanding and no caring-
maybe I just met the devil a deal.

Grasp my wrist and pull-
take me away from here.
I have trapped myself again-
the end is always so near.

The light used to be so dim,
and now the brightness- I cry,
I have waited so long for this,
but all I do now is sheild my eyes.