Blood on My Hands

By: Alexis Manley

i see red all over
i see what i have become
so uncivil to some

times to wonder in amazment
troubled waters in the pool of thought
things i should do and ought

simple complexities
drowsy little fireflies drunk with glitter
what i think will now splinter

somber death- like stealth
sometimes given the horrid aftermath of godiva
sleeping to get across the feild of golden saliva

chocolate dream sickles
stars dont shine for mine eyes
my breath hangs on the rice

delivering us all from the sinners of time
deliver us please deliver us!
Sin no more for thus

giveth the light back unto its throne
we shall see who has the only laugh left
we shall overcome from where we have slept