This, That, and Much more

Blood

                   

All I see is blood. It's here and over there. In the back of my mind and in the cracks of my hands.

They conclude that it is not my fault. Self-defense they say.

Though I don't hear them, I just see the blood. Is there always that much in a human?

Before the blood, all I could see was the eyes of that human. Raged with madness and sorrows, I saw those eyes lose all the light they had. At the same time, I grew bright red.

Sticky with red, the eyes were imprinted into my mind and while people gathered around I saw nothing but that same madness and sorrows.

Then for a moment everything went black. Like I couldn't see at all.

Again there was blood but it was the blood of the people gathered around. Again my hands were tainted with Blood. This time no one can say it wasn't my fault.