The hand that killed Thousands.

The hand that killed thousands 

Holds a blade tainted by regrets

Held Tight with fingers

Thin and pale

As moonrays. 

The hand that killed thousands

Knows no innocence

Knows no regrets 

A skin of hate

Hiding bones of fear

The hand that killed thousands

Scratches a foreign dirt

Dig a hole for a soul

So young, and yet

Heavy as the rain

The hand that killed thousands

Grips hard on a lost hope

So hard it could break

The veins of its heart

The strings of its mind

The hand that killed thousands

Is the softest I have known

Trembling of want

Reaching for my cheeks 

Always searching 

I will lace this dreadful fingers with mine 

And hold them safe

Where there is no rage

No war, no need to hurt 

Blood sealed on our veins 

Porcelain marred by History 

The greed of men scarring its flesh 

Unwilling executioner

Yet all i can see is purity 

Yet all i can feel is safety 

I will let it trace this bloody tale 

From a dripping fingertip 

On my mouth and chest 

Writing words of men's madness 

And i will ask for more 

Taint me with your guilty fingers 

Grip my wrist and never let go 

Because the hand that killed thousands 

Belongs to my lover 

And my palms 

Are not clean either. 

The hands that saved millions 

The hand that saved my life. 

It Will shiver under soft kisses

Again and again.