The blood-stained wall hides its secrets. I know what lies behind the bricks, decaying and rotting of filth. Years and years, have we hid the secrets of the dead. The agonizing screams stain my mind, the blood stains my hands.
I scrub, wishing for thee to disappear. But, I cannot rid myself of the blood upon my sin. For the dagger lies, in the back of mine. The souls stay listening in. My mind constantly turning, I cannot get the horrific images out of my head.
In a room so empty, I am still accompanied by the lives I have stolen. My mind has taken from those who can no longer dream. For I am being taunted and I no longer want to live.