Hands

Hands

My hands deep in blood red.

Scrubbed it away with the innocence of my soul.

Their eyes look back with deceased thoughts

I answer with resistant sighs

They pushed and cackled

While I cracked 

Flashed their happiness

While I danced with hopelessness

The night cried

The night cried out for them to stop.

But the darkness caught them first.

-Lita
See you soon
Find me on instagram : @lightxlita

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