hands
they save people, they kill people
wretched and divine?
no, not everbody
just wreched
casting out the broken, like unwannted toys
their five-year-old like antics never stop
they bring you to a beautiful cliff, with a calming horizon
"look", they say while putting an arm aroun your back, as if to keep you safe
"look at the beauty that once was but never will be"
and with that goodbye
they push you
hands.
they kill you, they save you. they push you
holding on with your hands, someone comes to your rescue
or do they?
wretched and divine
they grab your hands with their hands firmly
they lift you up ever so slightly
"oh, your broken"
you fly, drop, like an angel falling from the sky
"nobody wants a broken toy," you think
"nobody wants me"
sleep, sleep and never wake up, but you do.
your demons are there
taking over you, watching you suffocate under the fiery pit of life and death
your demons glow red with hatred and revenge, that is how you were born
"get over it" they say
"it's not a big deal" they say
"you'll get over it" they say
they are wrong.
