I have washed my crimson stained hands

hoping the why of what I did will fade

the lies I told don’t haunt anyone more than they haunt me

on my search for freedom

I encountered murdered dreams and wishes

so I let them engulf me

Truth be told, I’m waiting for someone to uncover it all

my bones frail, yet my feet won’t stop their running

unconsciously leading me to the darkness

Pictures fade as memory washes away my guilt

truth be told, I thrive off the pain I created

my bones are frail, yet my feet won’t stop

leading me towards the darkness