Hand Prints

There’s blood dripping off the walls.
Hand prints scrapping off the paint.
There’s screams echoing off the walls.

It’s all around me,
and
It’s all inside me.

Blades and guns,
are my best of friends;
and I’ll use them as I wish.

My bones are aching.
My head is pounding.
My heart is stopping.

It’s all around me ,
and
it’s all inside me.

There’s blood dripping off my clothes.
Hand prints staining my skin.
There’s screams echoing in my head.

It’s all a part of me.