cold dead hands

catefrances

everywhere i look
you've been there before
every time i close my eyes
i see your face
every time i touch myself
it's your hand i feel
every night in bed
it's your voice inside my head
the sounds i hear
the breath i smell
the cold dead hands
but i ain't here
you can touch my body
you can hear the screams
you can make me do what you want
i can't be reached
every where you look
i've been there too
everytime you close your eyes
it's my face you'll see
every time you touch yourself
you'll feel my scars
late at night
when you're alone in bed
it'll be my voice that haunts
the scream you hear
the shiver felt
your own cold dead hands
around your throat.