My hands filled with dark humorous intentions
Laughing and grinning with my discolored hands,
My sins drip from the chin down to the toes,
My hands still shaking in a trembling excitement,
A count of one,
but yet so many more to play and fun with,
Grind my teeth and stare as my hands do what they do best,
My intents care nothing for,
play,
Thats all these hands intend to want and lust so deeply for,
Humor in a sense of dark passion is an excitement meant not for all,
laugh at the thought of suicide,
tease and joke of a desire meant of humor for death
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