Bloody hands

These bloody hands I keep on washing

my wrong letting nature in

Dark things crawling,

just beneath my skin.

Daytime no one knows or sees

what's coming out at night

Just when I'm about to fall asleep

I'm awake.

I lay there

Alone, but not

They're there, I know, I feel

Closing in.

They're here.

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I wake up in a pool of sweat and these bloody hands I keep on washing

Telling of the deeds I've done

Yet no one knows, no one's seen

No cracks at all in my facade for even the faintest gleam