Reaper's Hands

Tendons crawling beneath skin

Pulling fingers like puppets

Make dull drum-beats on flesh

Innocuous as serpents

False-sleeping in wait

For a motive, a last caress

I stare, transfixed

By these merciless digits

Cruel, grasping talons

Creased by terrible things

With blood beneath their nails

And sin in their purpose

Willow, sharp, seductive

They hold you at your last breath

With a caress like a goodbye

Spidery, pale claws

Intertwining with mine.

Reviews

[Demetria.Ro$e.Hathaway]

amazing poem
i enjoyed reading This :)
Your Friend Demi

[DeathByChoice]

This was absolutley beautiful! The words work perfectly together with a nice flow.