How Can I Love With These Hands?

Sombre eyes Bane, a godless life reanimates So, to shall pain taking its place in this world, cold and alone Reveal a flood of fear and hope premeditated Mothered by gloom, fathered by the abyss This offer of peace ends the burden of pain The end of a rope with my woe I will hang Darkness and hatred bears witness to shame This story ends with no coffin nor grave Oh, my touch can never be My fingers dance as sharpened blades Oh, the bitter irony I long to caress hand to cheek So you think I'm a monster? So be it Writhing in blood So be it Writhing in blood If this is all that is living I'd rather be dead Look at me and tell me How can I love with these tragic hands? How can I exist? When will this end? or will this be forever Oh, my touch can never be My fingers dance as sharpened blade Oh, the bitter irony I long to caress hand to cheek Live for the night Weep for the day Staring blankly I purge out my hate Life will not mourn for me