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…