Blood
Pools of blood
Blood that’s not mine
Such a sickening smell
Its on my hands
Its on my face
Its on the floor
Its all over the place
It wont wash off
Water doesn’t work
I can still feel it on my soul
It will never go away
I didn’t do it
I was just a tool
I held the weapon
But he controlled it
Its not my fault
But I feel so dirty
It wont leave my mind
The sight of him dead
I’m no longer innocent
I have seen a man die
I am corrupted
And I was controlled
He forced me
To do things I did not want
Now he is dead
And I am haunted by blood
