Bloody Fingers

a tilted portrait on my wall a crooked picture about to fall you've see one you've seen them all broken glass upon my floor bloody fingers bloody sore a loud bang banging at my door Who goes there, I scream out No answer So I begin to shout Weeping What is all this crying about The door swung open I do recall there from my picture once upon my wall is her coming to call First, a warm embrace Wrapped in leather and then in lace a beautiful smile upon her face But her smile soon did fall like a crooked picture once upon my wall you've seen one you've seen them all Let it go, let her fall Broken glass a bloody scrawl as bloody fingers trail down the bedroom hall