Was?
I wake up
The room is dark
My mouth tastes like iron
My hands are wet
There's blood on my hands
Not a lot
But enough
I look at them
I turn them over
I don't remember cutting myself
I was dreaming
I think I was dreaming
There was a man
There was a woman
There was a sword
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
And I don't know whose it is
I didn't mean to
Or maybe I did
I don't remember
There was a shield
There was a wall
There was a voice that wouldn't shut up
And then it was quiet
I think I killed something
I think I killed someone
But everything looks normal
The room looks normal
My hands don't
Fuck
I need to wash this off
Why won't it come off?
Alex · Quellenbeziehungen