My bleeding hands Lay upon those stones.
Cursing those who happen to stumble across it.
Tumbling to their knees.
They lay their hands on the stones,
Stuck in a trance as they chant as their hands bleed.
'Take my bloody hands as a sacrifice to the gods to cleanse my soul and clear my tragic state of mind, as I am a roaming soul that needs to be set free.'
'To die...'
Their head falls foward and their neck snaps.
Leaving them to pray dead.
With their bleeding hands.
Laying upon the stones as mine once were.
