I have blood on my hands
Thick and heavy it is
Weighing hard on my mind
And torturing my heart
She was travelling by
And singing merrily
When fog enveloped me
And voices clutched my mind
In cold blood, I killed her
Silently, ruthlessly
Saw my hands on her neck
And her eyes growing cold
My pulse beat in my ears
Fire blinded my eyes
My arms did not quiver
I squeezed impassively
I have blood on my hands
I will not deny it
And so now, I join her
In this cold, senseless death














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