Short poem

Not one of my best poems, but I wrote a lot last night and today instead of learning for my chemistry class, and a bit of a poem that i wrote feels uncanny in a way and makes me uncomfortable. I kind of feel superficial but tbh i don't even know what i feel now.

I'll leave a trace of blood

On your white shirt.

Innocent killer, a dove in the sky-

Actually, don't let me die.

Make me live through this

You entering another house,

Another of the four rooms

Painted crimson red.

Live there, be good and gentle;

Wash your shirt and forget

That you ever lived anywhere else

Forget my four black rooms!