His blood coated her hands
Unable to come clean
Even tho it rained upon her
Washing it from her skin
Still she saw it.
Able to feel it
Staining her flesh
Unable to become clean of his memory
And now his blood.
Burning a mark in her
Like an iron brand.
She will forever remember
The heat of his lips
The pain from his fist
His bitter lies.
And now even in death
He haunts her still.
With blood stained hands
She walks through life
Through the rain.
Unable to come clean
Even tho it rained upon her
Washing it from her skin
Still she saw it.
Able to feel it
Staining her flesh
Unable to become clean of his memory
And now his blood.
Burning a mark in her
Like an iron brand.
She will forever remember
The heat of his lips
The pain from his fist
His bitter lies.
And now even in death
He haunts her still.
With blood stained hands
She walks through life
Through the rain.
