hands

your hands
can make insane
even the strongest.
roughly your
THEY
get into our
heads, hearts,
bodies
don`t leaving
a chance
breathing again.
what
a nonsense?
take them out
me.
I haven`t lived
yet, not really.
but you want
take away
all mine.
burning body
in the terrible
agonies
beats and
I ask
you,
keep
them away
from me,
not worth it.
rudely, forcedly
unfoundedly
and
shamelessly
I don`t
want to die
like these.
but it all comes
from the depths
of my essence.
my tame deamons
are bigger
than
i was expecting.