These hands were made for killing
These hands were made to be red
Fill the cake with its filling
Everyone will be fed
.
These hands were made for pain
These hands were made to write
Die so fast you won't complain
You don't even have to fight
.
These hands were made for torture
These hands were made to slaughter
Be as still as a sculpture
I am the Devil's daughter
.
Confusement settles in your head
Trying to figure what this is about
I'll reword everything that I said
So you'll be able to figure it out
.
My hands were made for KILLING ME
Should be covered in the BLOOD OF MINE
MY DEATH is as sweet as cake can be
WITHOUT ME everyone will be fine
.
My hands were made for HARMING ME
These WORDS will be MY LAST
NO ONE will complain, just wait and see
When I'm dead they'll FORGET ME FAST
.
My hands were made to TORTURE ME
In it a knife for me NOT TO TELL
Still and dead, I'm finally FREE
Now I'm going to HELL
YOU ARE READING
For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry
PoetryThis is for the people in this world that have gone through a lot. Please know you are not alone. These are also a more updated on called "For Those Who Wounds Never Heal - emotional poetry part 2". These are from more my earlier times of writing p...
