Untittled

These hands
just like shifting sands
always changing always forgiving
always mangled always living
they can't do it the darkest sin
they want to have and hold kin
but the mind is tainted
the past self is fainted
a dead carcass is left
it can't hear it's deaf
it can't utter thous cursed words
your always so absurd
you made him this way
and he tried to tell you he wanted to say
"I love you but i wish you would die
you made me the tin man cry
so just get lost
may you freeze and be covered in frost
you made me suffer so much pain
that i think you made me insane"