Darkness on your Fingers

Darkness drips off your fingers

Covering the floor with pools of blood.

There have been so many figures,

Most now laying in the mud.

So many lives were lost,

Pinned by the tip of your knife.

Now they are just a ghost,

Haunting your very life.

Darkness drips off your fingers

While you hold your very heart.

Your eyes like a heavy drinker’s,

Thinking of where to dart.