"The Great Hand"

Standing upon the precipice

holding up the Great Hand

With thy blade you do miss

for now proud is as I stand

~

I missed you once before

my weary heart bled out

Turning her into a whore

darkening space all about

~

"She cut me first", you said

I then siezed my scythe quick

And now I've cut off her head

have you no blood, be it thick?

~

These walls may push upon us

suffocating these souls of hers

But I'm breathing in all the fuss

so let me suffer within this Curse