The Call

In a pool of blood
You stared up at me, unblinking
Unseeing, but still accusing

How could I do it?
You thought we were friends
Why do I have your blood on my hands?

I don't know what happened!
Something overcame me
And suddenly you weren't standing there anymore

You were lying there before me
And I was kneeling there, panting
Out of breath, covered in red, and I could see you weren't breathing

And I was screaming
I kept seeing these faces all around me
And they were laughing, and I was drowning

And your blood, it kept coming
And your blood, it's so soothing...
I'm so sorry! I never meant to hurt you! But your BLOOD it keeps calling me