Blood on The Hands

As I peer among the blood soaked clothes, They reveal innocence in the eyes of a helpless child.

Murder from the heart of an insane killer hiding all the lies that he piled.

Dead thoughts roam freely through the mind of a watchman. He stares bleakly as he remembers whats he saw.

The blood stains the back of a killers mind. He searches for answers yet has nothing find.

Only guilt can overcome his insane like emotions. His chance of survival depends on devotion.

To life a child's death means to nothing at all. He would rather kill then be the part of another ones fall.

The watchman returns from his flashback terror and opens the door to a new era. Thoughts of death the smell of flesh and blood appear from thin air.

Till the end of the future killings of a psychopathic crime. Only God can know the end of his imprisonment time.

The fall of a child with blood on some hands. The court looks up as a killer peers on the stands.

He watches in torment as the court is in disgust. The judge then decides his sentence is just.

Guilty as charged the jury exclaims. He is taken way where his sentence and crime are the same.

So as I peer among the blood soaked clothes. I think back on the memories of those.

A innocent victim from a murderous crime. If you can do the crime you'll always pay the time.