Hands have a power,
unlike any other.
They can lend a hand,
Or hold people down.
Spend years to build cities,
Or press the button,
that destroys them.
They can touch and feel,
yet they can also strangle.
Our eyes give us two dimensions,
Hands give us the third.
But the real problem is,
That hands never hold enough hands.
Only because,
we are too busy,
holding them in fists.

The walls have turned to wax
Melting as they should
I start to sweat; I start to scream
Dear lord this can't be good

My friends have come to watch
Please come and have a seat
I swear this show is top notch
But it'll be the death of me

The girl with no face
Grinning from ear to ear
Begins to laugh and begins to pace
Blood runs from every tear

A man stands and stares with no trace of eyes
He begins to slit his throat
As he watches my demise

Now here's a fool hangin around from my ceiling fan
He can't seem to get loose
His arrangement didn't go according to plan
As he tries to free himself from a noose

My friends have gathered round just to watch my death
As the walls are crashing in
I can't seem to catch my breath
The ceiling's getting closer as my head starts to spin

I shut my eyes real right
And tell my friends to go away
What I don't know on this dreadful night
Is that they're here to stay

The first time I saw you
You have eyes that were so innocent,
Hair that perfectly frames your face,
And a smile gives of an aura
Endlessly making me linger
To your being.

However i doubted that
Not all people can be like you
So a rainy day came
And so does your frown
I observed you passively
Hoping something changes

You were so busy on things
With your hand flicking along
I assumed you were consumed
By the world and its people
I approached to help you and asked
"Are you okay?"
You gave a gesture
Seemingly making it so

Confused by these thoughts
I got tangled unknowingly
You were putting me under
Like i was in a case of plunder
With the whys and hows coming
How can i be so stupid to realize.

All this time i fell
By the time i laid
My desperate eyes on you
Thinking it was me all along
Fooling myself that
You needed help
From all these whelp

In the end of all
It was me who needed it
A help from you
From the world itself
By all the traits you have
To keep me going,
Running,
Living,
Breathing and
Hoping.

That someone like you would save someone like me
In a world that is full of mischiefs and illusions

You're my:
A. Addiction
B. Best Friend
C. Comforter
D. Daydream
E. Equal
F. Family
G. Guy
H. Hero
I. Idiot
J. Joy
K. King
L. Lucky charm
M. Man
N. Number 1
O. Open Door
P. Prince
Q. Question
R. Role Model
S. Star
T. Tear
U. Uniting hand
V. Valentine
W. Winter Gift
X. The 'x' to my equation
Y. You
Z. Love Zone