The Hands of Fire

Gentle loving hands,
tender and soft.
Suffocating your air wave,
choking you to cough.

Bleak mothers hands,
such a tender touch,
but she drives herself insane;
insanity to much.

A child's tiny hands of innocence,
a mother, such a beater,
sweetened bloody wrench.

Insane, insane,
such a lovely game,
a killer beaten with his knife,
so cold and vein.

A hand of a father,
trying to lift you up,
drinking as he will,
from his wifes bloody cup.

Family of three
as they join their hands in a chain, waiting and hoping
for that lost lonely rain.

But a mystery of desire,
must enlighten the devils face,
and he sees this tiny child
with his soul filled with grace.

The fathers hands have cheated,
the mother dove insane,
the child's hands are dirty, and never to be washed again.

But as the child lay dead pinned to a wire,
the devil enveloped his tiny body,
toward the dark hands of fire...

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Gotta Love Leah! xox