Two Hands

(When I tear it all out and search through all that I am, I find i want nothing more than to give you just a peace of my life, a peace of my everything. This couldn't be more important. There couldn't be anymore meaning to all that i am so i open my consideration unto your rejections. i count all of my integrity's, everything on my hands, all of my love every ounce of purity, and i leave myself 10 fingers. Two empty, pleading, broken hands to give you absolutely... absolutely nothing. Nothing.) There's no time, but I have so much. And when I dig it empty, I have nothing to offer. Two hands, ten fingers, to give you nothing. Do you want it? I don't have it. A future dies, no big surprise. I killed my chance to save. An angel cries, it burns her eyes, and she sings a different song. Silence! give me some more time to stab myself with the truth again. Give me some time to burn myself to the ground. Help me back up!