Beast In Me Part 2

Why are these hands bleeding i cant remember, what did i do? the sound as the blood drips to the floor echos through my now dull head my knuckles white and ripped warm blood trickles between my fingers into my palm, a little red pond of hate whom is my victim who bore witness to this? and where are they now? not again, i lost control i lift my hands up letting the blood flow up my arms little red paths that lead nowhere little red paths from nowhere a blood stain against my wall a hole in a window what have i done did it really take control of me? thank god the blood is mine i dont have to please and explain i can just clean it up and save you the pain.