Red Empty Hands

i can count my blessings
on one hand

shut the door and
open the wounds
last chance to pray or
curse the earth

these red empty hands
hold the whole world
and it’s leaking
falling down
running away

on one hand
i can count my blessings

on the other hand
i am dressed for success
in the afterlife

with a patent leather soul
and boots on my face
eyes crying mace
and the taste of misery on my charred tongue

wish you’d died long ago
but in the future
the past will be
wiped away
finally
for the last time
stop trying
to die