A/N: Argh! You don't know how big of a pain it was to get these up here. Fanfiction keeps crashing on me!!! Alright, this was supposed to be up Saturday but I got caught in a double shift at work, Sunday was homework/play .hack// G.U. day, Monday was my first attempt at this and more GU, Tuesday was more homework, Wednesday was me and a friend going to the live action Death Note movie... it was very funny... Any ways, Hands was requested by Lonely Kitty, but I decided to split it up into three's, the other will be uploaded right after this one. This like, the fifth time I've had to write this so I hope I got everything... Sorry for the long wait~

Timcanpy: Hi-ho, hi-ho~ I like your idea, I really haven't done anything -Man related so it's good...

LonelyKitty: Yup, I only get sick three or so times a year. My test results came back in and I'm super healthy! And my liver is like... god or something. It's really good apparently. I'll add your idea's to my list and I'll try to get them done~

Left Hand of a Mad Man

So grotesque and dismantled.

This burden of humanity

Burned into the shape of a cross,

Glowing sickness

Which symbolizes "God".

That is mocking you so

It's red and looks sick,

With folded, burned skin

Almost as if it's rotting.

Rotting away

The nails are smooth,

but sharp

And almost look human,

Except for one thing

If the nails were not so black.

As if they died so long ago

This left hand died before it was born,

Replaced with a sicking beauty

And thus I was shunned and abandoned.

For being born with such a thing

If this fate was ever fair,

Which it isn't

Then I can only laugh in fate's face.

A cackle of madness

There is no such thing as fair.

Just life and death

So my fate can not possibly be fair.

That is your reasoning for this curse

Why else would my mother look at me,

With forgotten eyes

As if I'm a devil.

A demons child

Like she can't believe that she gave birth to me.

In which she did.

Such a saddened fate,

That you must take

Brought by this left hand.

That is adored in innocence

A hand seen as the devil's,

Even though it is nothing more

Then a single part,

Of God