Wretched Memories Faded In Darkness

Whispers in the dark,

movement in the shadows,

blood,

on my hands,

I try to cast my mind back,

what happened?

who’s blood covers my hands,

and slowly stains my clothes?

I search blindly,

after a face,

a moment,

a memory,

and as it come for me,

I realise all too late,

the blood is mine,

and so was the life I’d taken.

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Dead Donovan says:

    Wow. I didn’t expect the last sentence. Excellent.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks so much, it worked out the way I was hoping, I think, haha

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