these hands never cease to amaze me
they could wield a blade or a woman's body
they could steal through your defenses
or they could strum to the same ends
these hands haven't been anywhere when you think
about all the places fingers could be
all the things their movements could express
all the times they've been washed of blood and regrets
each fingertip unique as a face
perhaps that's why we think it's our place
to feel as though no one's felt before
to touch even things we abhor
but what's hate if not to the brain
hands care less if they're subject to pain
they don't make rash decisions under fire
or get caught up in needless desire
wrapped up in nail and tender flesh
these muscles and tendons do their best
to keep me alive and well fed
serving the cause until death
these hands would kill to have a mind of their own
that way you would never be alone
that way they could always hold you close
with mittens they'd be invulnerable
these hands never cease to amaze me
they could wield a blade or a woman's body
they could steal through your defenses
or they could strum to the same ends
these hands haven't been anywhere when you think
about all the places fingers could be
all the things their movements could express
all the times they've been washed of blood and regrets
all the times they've been washed of a mess
all the times they've had their hand in regrets
all the times they've made good on threats
these hands
but what's hate if not to the brain
hands care less if they're subject to pain
they don't make rash decisions under fire
get caught up in needless desire
these hands would kill to have a mind of their own
that way you would never be alone
that way they could always hold you close
these hands