Crawling Quiet

Crawling Quiet
The blood is dry upon my hands
The stains remain and remind
Of all the death I've seen
From hunger of something we kill what we need
I kill the love I kill the hope
I'd kill myself but then i couldn't cry
Sleep away the night
Then waste another day
Voices in the distance
I know I can't hide
Anger in this instance
No other emotion to find