There's Blood

There's blood on the bedsheets,

There's blood on my hands and feet,

I wipe them carefully down my white dress,

& I must confess,

I am beautiful...

There's blood down the sink,

I think,

I may have cut to deeply this time,

Time....is beginning to rewind,

I am so cold...

There's blood on the floor,

I turn my wrist and spill a bit more,

Now it's in my hair,

But what do I care?

I am drenched...

There's blood on the walls,

Down through the halls,

I rip at my flesh, down to the bone,

Nobody's home,

I am repentant for my sins...

What comes after this?

Is it bliss?

Or an affair of pergutory?

Perhaps just blackness for the likes of me,

I am setting myself free...

There's blood in the water in the tub,

So much for forgiveness and love,

They were both just a crock,

I never had a shot,

I am a failure it seems...

There's blood everywhere,

When they find me in here,

Cold and white from the loss,

I showed them who's boss,

I am gone and finally...

I am happy.