Blood On My Hands
I look upon my shadowed face,
grinning at me in the flames.
The rush of rage has left me high,
but quickly I crash to an all time low.
I look upon my hellish work,
I'm choking on my rage.
I see myself as all I hate,
my tears mix with the blood on my hands.
How will you cleanse your hands?
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