Idle Hands

depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
edited September 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Stupid little games
racing through my brain
feel of cursed opaquency
emptiness brimming my hollowed soul
those idle hands
toying at my strings
shaking brittle things
tearing me apart
hate the little joys they bring

devil's hands
open idle things
what we idolize
brings us wretched things

see the devil's eyes
full of stars tonight
glimmers and snakes
shimmers of memories
feel the way we did before
let them cut in deep
see just what that brings
only thing that's darker
well than the devil's heart
is the lashes of torment
yeah the devil's scars

devil's hands
open idle things
what we idolize
brings us wretched things
The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key
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