• Tragedy looms over this house and myself,
    Heart has failed,loves blood flows freely upon the floor,
    I can not clean the blood! It will not wash from the wood!
    My soul is now stained,incapable of comprehension,
    Lost.
    Should I try to drink the blood,would my tounge clean such a stain?
    My soul would not accept the nourishment,
    Loves bloody stain has turned to poison,
    Malice spreads through my veins as my body dies,
    Death shall be my mercy,
    Pain and suffering,
    The chosen items to clean.
    HopeLess