Bloody Fingers
a tilted portrait on my wall
a crooked picture
about to fall
you've see one
you've seen them all
broken glass upon my floor
bloody fingers
bloody sore
a loud bang
banging at my door
Who goes there, I scream out
No answer
So I begin to shout
Weeping
What is all this crying about
The door swung open I do recall
there from my picture
once upon my wall
is her
coming to call
First, a warm embrace
Wrapped in leather
and then in lace
a beautiful smile
upon her face
But her smile soon did fall
like a crooked picture
once upon my wall
you've seen one
you've seen them all
Let it go, let her fall
Broken glass
a bloody scrawl
as bloody fingers
trail down
the bedroom hall
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