These stained hands of crimson, <br />And my mind drowning in sin <br />No escape except for pain… <br />In this life there will be loss and there will be gain. <br />My scarred and bloodied skin… <br /> <br />And to all that care for me the problem lies therein; <br />I feel my emotions bottled up within… <br />This poor wretched body which is to die in vain; <br />The stained hands… <br /> <br />Around my body does the world spin… <br />Away I seem to begin, <br />To fall from this materialistic world, this place that is inhumane… <br />My white innocence with brilliant red blood is stained! <br />Another slit into another vein <br />Stained… hands…<br /><br />Peter Vector<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stained-hands-2/
