Tuesday, April 1, 2014

The Rotten Hand


That hand only had claws
will bleed your own down.
when none but you is left, 
caressing pubes, 
running over your gut,
nothing you shall have but a trifling old hair


That hand holds the world,
the toy will play you down
only Time will unfold 
with its empty cries 
and frequent vomits,
HELL awaits in the bosom of a devil's child. 


That hand fears no God 
but the belief will conspire 
for its sweet revenge, 
desire of a painful death
oozing out its skin. 
consumed with fear
will you wither away

Oh! Hand.
lets find another
for when you wither away
its tender touch
will close your eyes
and let you wither away,
and your ashes will bloom
a rose with a thorn.