Fingers

Fingers! Pointing down at me
As I lay broken on the floor
My body's left in pieces
And my soul is shattered more

My eyes stare in desperation
My detached limbs are writhing
The pigment's fading blue
As my flesh is slowly dying

Fingers! Forever judging me
More than the eyes behind them
Reaching for the bloody shreds
To ensure that I can't find them

They could never understand
The way he destroyed my soul
Tearing all the band-aids
That till then had kept me whole

Fingers! Clenching at my heart
Squeezing, so vindictive
Pressing tight upon the wounds
That his forked tongue inflicted

Phalanges soaked in blood
From tearing through my skin
Reminds me that their judgment
Against me will always win

Fingers! Pointing down at me
As I lay broken on the floor
My limbs, detached, are writhing
They can't do this anymore