Grasping Hands

Wrapped around my throat
Tightening their grip
Cuttting off my breath
Turning me blue

My eyes grow wide
Tears stroll down my cheeks
Your grip gets tighter
I begin to lose hope

Darkness flashes into my mind
I can't scream, or breath
Soon, I won't be able to move
I walked into the trap

I was blind and couldn't see
These cold hands
That grasp my throat
I lose all feeling

And I'm lost forever
Because of the grasping hands
My body lays dead on the floor
Forgetten about

Forever...
My Grasping Hands.

© Crystal Irish

~Crystal~