Tainted Hands

She walks with the grace of the lonely
Shoulders bent with the weight of the lies
She knows that no one can hear her
But stares at her with blind eyes

She looks into windows of hope
And inside she sees nothing at all
She laughs at the face of Death,
Knowing he isn't that tall

She runs with a wild laughter
Her head taking galloping speed
But inside that fleeing body
She feels the ache of disease

Her dreams are a veil
Cast with good intent
Her heartbroken smile
Is a secret that's been spent

She feels the pain of the living
And she sees the ache of the dead
She wishes to live in a rainbow
But all she can see is red

A beating heart she's relinquished
A still soul she's yet to acquire
She prays only for redemption
As it sets her hair afire

She's waiting in her chamber
Her hands crossed on her chest
She knows that death is eying
The dagger that gives her rest

She waits in utter stillness
Letting no breath escape her lips
She waits for death to draw near
Then lets the charade eclipse

The knife she pulls out is soaked
Wet with blood not her own
She drives it inside death
And hears his unearthly groan

She laughs at the withering man
Knowing he has no strength
And with her tainted hands
She lifts his blackened cape