Lacy Hands

Lacy hands turn black as midnight

Scorched by the roaring flames

But sparks once soaring will no longer be able to burn bright

My heart no longer willing to play love’s games.

I want to desperately detach from past pain

Yet I cannot pull the rusty knife from my back

Every word spoken brings up eternal shame

The rocky foundation of my soul about to crack.

I can see you reaching out to me

But your words fly away into the wind

Echoing into the haggard mountains unfairly free

The fragile affection destined to be thinned.

So I attempt to fan the futile flames

Ignoring all hissing lines and false claims.