Darkness on your Fingers
Darkness drips off your fingers
Covering the floor with pools of blood.
There have been so many figures,
Most now laying in the mud.
So many lives were lost,
Pinned by the tip of your knife.
Now they are just a ghost,
Haunting your very life.
Darkness drips off your fingers
While you hold your very heart.
Your eyes like a heavy drinker’s,
Thinking of where to dart.
