Bloodstains in the carpet deep in my mind.
Somewhere hidden, unwilling to be found.
Very few souls even attempt the search.
What they uncover makes their hearts uneasy.
To see the stains will not soil their own spirit.
It will not send them to a perilous end.
It is only a scene played in my mentality.
It is still a bloodstain, its there for a reason.
Conflict occurred to create the mark.
Was the smudge created in vain?
It is as if no one cares to see it.
It is there so obvious to those who look.
A stain is not something easily erased.
I see it whenever I think of what came to pass.
The stain is a memory only in my mind.
But it is a stain that will endure forever.