Hands

That Morning

The end is near, is what I feel
Life is becoming real

I dont know when ill take my last breath of air
I never thought I would even care

Death never seems to ask questions
It travels in all directions 

Death is also blind
Death has no mind
When it comes, theres no pressing rewind
It takes everything and leaves nothing behind
As a cold chill runs down my spine

All I can do is sit and wait
With my heart pumping at a fast rate

I can feel it flying around me
Like a bird set free

It puts me in a different world
Then my mind starts to swirl

May is near
I think as I sip on my beer

How does it feel to kill
I dont want to but I will

Thinking about walking around in the sand
With my M16 stuck to my hand

With my weapon on semi
Cause Im not trying to die

Nights with no sleep
S...

Hands

I tend to look down at these hands
Simple rough just like every other mans
Mine tell a different story
My hands made men worry
My hands ended heartbeats in a hurry
My hands made some memories blurry
My hands felt final heartbeats
My hands have felt first heartbeats
My hands felt other hands
My hands ran through hair strands
My hands have felt love and defeat
But the best way to feel my hands is to travel the steps left by my feet