A/N: So...I had this really unique style of setting this poem up...but it didn't let me. So if anyone has a tip for how to set up some STYLE here, please let me know! Enjoy
Poem 333-6
Boy: Both: Girl:
Both: What hands are these
When they harm the ones I love
When I struggle to hold them up in love
I do not care
For I shall pierce it
Boy: The river of blood leaks out
Girl: The bloody pond leaks out
Boy: The only way to let go of
Girl: But now, it's what I fear.
Both:Tears…I cannot play my beloved of no more
And my once varied shading of art
Boy: My hands are now of dust
Girl: Is now turned to dust
Both:War has now occupied in
My knuckles
Yet I care not
And why shall I do this,
Forever seeing the blood?
Family no longer supports
Friends now leave on their own
And yet my hands weep out
What my tears cannot:
The madness and lonliness
Within me rushing;
My hands, to create what I love
Is now seering with blood…