The Cold, Dead Hands

by eternal rest   May 30, 2005


Wrapping your cold, dead hands around me.
Pulling me closer,
Deeper into your trance.

Once you’ve got me,
You just wont let go.
Keeping me forever.

Stalking me,
Following me
Wherever I go.

Just leave me be
Let me alone.
Keep your hands away.

The cold, dead hands
Of boredom.

*i was bored... very....*

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  • 19 years ago

    by lunachan

    this one was brilliant. you had me thinking you were talking about death up until the end. lol. sweetness.

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