Granddaughter
Divingstation95
The hands of old men
You cut her in half at five
And she took 15 years to die
You are the perfume covering the stench of death in the nursing home
You are the hiss of life support
You live on in the sound that it makes when a body just breaks
And her head hits the ground
You are the hand that snuffs the candle out
Leaves the room black
Black, black, black
The hands of old men always stick down someone's throat
The hand that holds the head down
Drowns the baby at the baptism
I wish I knew where you lived
I wish I knew if you were even alive
I wish I knew your face
So I could look you in the eyes at the reception
The hands of old men
