Bloody Hands

This is a morbid poem of mine, it is weird but I like it ^^

Bloody hands

Everything is dark

I can’t see anything

I have no memories from last night

I don’t know where I am

But I feel something in my hands

It’s warm and wet

I try to clean that gooey thing on my clothes

I feel dirty

It’s a disgusting feeling I can’t explain

I get up and walk around

I put my hand in the wall

And try to find the light switch

I stumble and fall

Something is there but I don’t know what

But my hands get all wet and warm again

I get up once more

And all of a sudden the light turns on

I finally found the switch

I look at my hands to see what that warm liquid was

They were covered in blood

I look at the floor and I see you dead

What happened?

Why is your blood on my hands?

I don’t understand what is happening

I run out the door and go into the street

All the people do is look

And all they see are my bloody hands