Again and Again

One, two,
Three four,
Hand prints painted,
On your door,
A scarlet mess;
Ceiling to floor.

She's painting her blood,
All around,
Where you cannot see her;
Where she makes no sound,
Silent, so silent,
She'll never be found.

Five, six,
Seven, eight,
Never moving,
For love nor hate,
When you find her,
It's already too late.

Look around,
Found her yet?
Never, never,
I'll bet,
Try and look;
You'll soon regret.

Nine, Ten,
Almost there,
Not quite; look again,
There she is; on the floor,
Lying
In
A
Pool
Of
Blood,
She
Never
Stops,
Make
It Stop,
She
Carries
On,
AGAIN
AND
AGAIN