Bucket of Blood

6 2 tall built man,
dragging a bag,
as fast as he can.

Moving along,
at such a fast pace,

Hoping that God will lead him some grace.

Likely in his forties,
this bag such a brown,
this bag a new color,
blood trailing behind on the ground.

Knowing he sinned,
but cannot erase past,
throwing this bag,
into the trash.

the instruments he used,
must be kept in a plastic bag,
the knife and the drill,
and the cold bloody rag.

The knife handle broken,
from using such force,
a little voice paining,
his deep remorse.

The drill splashing blood,
all over the bathroom,
he now proceeds to take off,
his face mask and costume.

He knows what he did,
but he'll go on with his life.
He's got a new little girl,
and a beautiful wife.

He will never be caught.
Thats what he thinks...

At the science of the crime,
he left footprints in mud,
he took the rag,
but forgot,
the bucket of blood...