Blood On My Hands Poem by Annia Rosa
Blood On My Hands
There's blood on my hands
And it's never enough
There's blood on my hands
And who do I blame?
There's blood on my hands
And I'm lost for words
There's blood on my hands
And salt in my tears.
I have blood on my hands again
And this time, it's different
Blood on my hands again
This time, it's alright
Blood on my hands
And maybe I'll sleep
Blood on my hands
Just for one night.
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