These Hands

They rip and slice,

Nothing survives,

These hands, these hands.

Alone in my mansion,

The snow falls softly,

These hands, these hands.

People scream and run,

Shears abound,

These hands, these hands.

I am destruction,

I am defective,

These hands, these hands.

A/N: I cried writing this. If you like it PLEASE review. It means a lot.