Does she know
when she grasps my hand that these hands have run red with blood that was not my own
how these hands have shattered bones and
caused haggard moans of pain
these hands are hardened and callused
for the purpose of not to build
but solely to destroy
these hands have delivered blows upon other mortals with out end
sending some to live a life maimed
these hands have clutched a knife until my knuckles white
these hand have claimed a life for vengeance in all its might
does she know when she holds these hands what these hands have done
does she know that the face she strokes
has seen been battered and bruised and at times ran crimson
by other men blows all for sport and show
does she know that the lips she kisses softly
have tasted blood thats not there own all for sport and show
does she know that these eyes she gazes into have seen what most should not
and have done what most should not
does she know whos hand she holds....
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