Red Hands

They wash themselves...
Furiously trying to clean...
The red stains...
From the carpet floor...
These red hands...
Wipe themselves...
Across the walls...
Leaving trails behind...
And the liquid...
Falls back onto the carpet...
These red hands...
Ball into fists...
And punch the wall...
More red liquid flies...
Nothing to release this pain...
These red hands...
Wipe my face...
Leaving trails behind...
And the liquid...
Drips down my arms...
These can't be my hands...
I've worked too hard...
To stop this pain...
These red hands...
Fall onto the floor...
These red hands...
Are my own...