Literature
By His Hand...
You’re afraid of yourself, being held back by your hand,
You fear in the darkness, they see their blood where you stand…
There’s something in there…
The cold and repressed,
Don’t go alone…
Take yourself away,
Hide away, like the coward you are…
At least admit your mistakes,
Prove to them your still here,
You’re attached to the steel,
That makes you so grave,
Don’t look away…
As it takes a day…
To show you how you are…
Right there in the darkness…
There’s blood on the floor,
It’s all from them…