Blood runs down my skin, warm, fresh.
"Don't worry, love", you say to me, I smile.
As I strip off my clothes I feel your eyes on me, watching.
Step by step, the water comes running down.
The blood washes down, leaving me clean. I glance at you, blushing.
Drying my body, I close my eyes, and when I open them, only then I realize.
You were laying on the floor, covered in blood.
Your eyes are not watching, they're cold, staring.
This blood is not mine, I'm clean yet this stain is forever.
What have I done?
I keep asking you, but I don't get an answer.