This Is My Hand

This is my hand

It will turn away

I can move it

Blood gushing.

This is my heart

It will drip away

I can feel it

Blood gushing.

As a young child

I made silhouettes

Touching pitch black

Blood gushing.

Mother beside me

Sleeping silently

I could hear her

Blood gushing.

I used to think

Nothing would end

I used to think

Nothing would end.

Well help me

Please.

Insufferable end.