Blood On My Hand Poem by Sam Edison

Cover me with a grain of salt

Hide my sins and all of my fault

Infinite filth stained upon my soul

Forever falling down an iniquitous hole

I am still young but I am weak

Weakened by what i dare not to speak

Haunted by time
And what of it is left

A portrait of crime
A sculpture of theft

Beautiful scenery with a touch of calamity

Sung by a seraph is a song of profanity

So come and cover me with a grain of sand

Dont allow me to be seen with blood on my hand