Murderous Hands

a - murderous hands

Who would have thought those gentle, caring hands, 
Which caressed me with such tenderness and love.
Could cause such pain and devastation,
To my loyal beating heart.
Letting the blood drip through their fingers,
Showing no remorse or guilt.
Who would have thought those gentle, caring hands,
Would have the capability to kill,
Our love.

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