Inside the four walls

It’s dripping 

I’m more concious now 

It’s dripping 

Blood 

On my clothes

I can smell 

The blood 

But I’m not in pain 

Where am I?

Where are my kids?

It’s dripping 

What time is it?

What am I doing here?

I can smell the blood 

I touch my head to understand…

Where the blood is comming from 

It’s dripping

Something I know for sure is where I am 

I hear them screaming 

I was screaming too

I don’t remember anything

Thanks to the Hennesy 

All over my clothes 

I’m sure it’s a mistake 

I would never do no harm 

His hands on my face pressing me down

But I don’t remember your finger in my mouth

It’s dripping 

I can smell your blood 

Or is it just mine?

But I remember the electricity through my body…

And my light going out 

Take a minute 

To digest 

The bread you don’t want to eat

But to count time instead…