Red on My Hands

(humm...) The porch light flickered in the pouring rain,

Midnight whispered somebody's name.

Footsteps echoed down an empty street,

A heartbeat racing underneath.

The silence broke like shattered glass,

One wrong choice that couldn't pass.

No one wins when anger pulls the trigger.

No one leaves the same.

One second changed forever,

And nothing stayed unchanged.

There's red on my hands,

And I can't wash it away.

Every shadow knows my face,

Every sunrise feels too late.

The truth keeps knocking at my door,

A ghost I can't outrun.

You can't bury yesterday— It follows everyone.

Blue lights painted empty walls,

Questions hanging through the halls.

Every answer came too slow,

Every secret started to show.

A photograph, a broken frame,

Nothing would ever look the same.

If I could turn the clock around,

I'd choose a different road.

One moment of blind fury

Became a lifetime's load.

The rain keeps falling every night,

But nothing comes out clean.

Some stains don't live on skin— They live inside your dreams.

There's red on my hands,

A story I can't rewrite.

Every dawn reminds me

Darkness doesn't make wrong right.

Some endings aren't victorious.

Some endings only grieve.

One life was gone forever...

And mine could never leave.

The rain stopped long ago.

The silence never did.