These hands.
These rough and eager hands.
They've hurt enough.
They've done enough.
Its about time to cut them off.
These hands.
These old and rusty hands.
Have compiled a list of duties.
And helped thousands of people.
Those eyes.
Those cold and dusty eyes.
They see right through me
and reveal this empty person.
How honest can you be?
I don't really know,
And I don't truly care.
But there is something
you should know.
Its that I don't feel
or give a ****.
Beware.