Wash Your Damn Hands!

Wash Your Damn Hands!

 

I feel the black fingers

Curling around my white throat

 

The venom is seeping

Though my eyes are still dry

 

Yesterday came to visit

It brought a black horse

 

It whipped me and rode me

‘Til I made a choice

 

When Tomorrow came calling

I was lost again

 

Dizzied and searching

Finding nothing but dead ends

 

It seems like it doesn’t matter

If I go north or south

 

They have me enraptured

And I can’t seem to get out

 

Who is the they I speak of?

I don’t fucking know

 

It’s every black finger

Wrapped around my white throat

 

Not black as a color

But the shades of my soul

 

Where every time I seek goodness

Hell equals home

 

Not home as the building

But the stairs of my mind

 

These thoughts I keep climbing

Have me falling down

 

Where I say I’m moving

In my hamster wheel life

 

The whispers are starting

I try to stay deaf

 

Past and Tomorrow are coming

To show me I’m wrong

 

And the black fingers tickle

The whites of my eyes

 

Where I cannot tell

The colors I cry

 

And what does right matter?

Downward I climb

 

I don’t know what I’m left with

Since the goddamn fingers 

 

are 

 

mine

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