Hands

A morbid poem a pair of hands.

Hands

Grasping desperately
My hands too slippery
With blood covering them
I try still
As I look at them
In awed horror
Blood gushing
In steady streams
You look away from me
Not trying to help
A laugh reaches my ears
Maniacal and cold
Slipping, falling
You kill the last hope
Once reaching hands
Lay limp in the
Pool of blood
Around your feet