Lady Macbeth: Blood

Blood, splattered across my hand
Marks that will not be gone
For all the perfumes in all the land
Cannot change what I have done

Blood trickles down along my arm
I cannot rest at night
I murdered sleep, I murdered calm
I believed my decisions were right

Blood soaking through my hair and skin
The past is drowning me
Why did I let this all begin?
This is not how it was meant to be

The End

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