I will admit this sounds a bit Macbethy though that's unintentional...
There's blood on my hands
And blood on the walls,
Blood seeping in
Though there's no blood at all,
Bloodstains all over
My snowy white clothes,
Bloodstains are spreading
Though nobody knows,
Blood just drip dripping
Like hands of a clock
Marking the seconds
Of minds gone amock,
Staining nails rusty
Soiling all that I touch;
Blood I will drown in
Of blood there's too much.
Crimson blood everywhere
For harlots and sin,
Blood that surrounds me
That's caving me in.
Blood that's like darkness
Where night's daggers flash,
Where vermillion teeth glisten
And reddish claws slash.
Blood which I thirst for
Which I hate and I love
And blood will consume me
With a sickening glug.
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