Blood, My blood

My hands are painted with his blood,
Red, Red everywhere, symbolizing no passion and love.
It only symbolizes my hatred for my own blood, my son.
My son, who was once my most treasured possession in this world.

My hands didn't stop her from committing this murder.
 My eyes watched my own blood splashing everywhere on this Earth.
Motherly love flashes before my eyes, urging me to save my son, this human.
But my heart didn't bleed and cry for this person, a rapist, a perpetrator.

My hands are painted with his blood,
Red, Red everywhere, symbolizing no passion and love.