hands

people. you cater to them. but where are they when it’s time to go home?

three pairs of hands, they,

attack you. tell me, will you be saved by your jokes?

you try call your friends but, no one answers. cause it’s not the day time.

so you know you’re alone.

you don’t make a sound but,

they always find you

and then you get beat to the bone

you got to be careful,

to not scream so loud when,

their hands go and fly to your throat.

 

otherwise, they’ll get mad and.

they’re seething with anger.

and you know they’re too angry to stop,

and by that time, it’s too late to fight back

so you have to start praying to god.

not that he’ll save you, cause it’s too late to.

but so that he saves you a spot.

in heaven, or hell, whatever ones free

anything’s better than rotting away in this box.