deep holes

Life slowly unfolds,
All that it holds,
Dishing out loopholes,
Causing negative folds.

Times without number,
From one crime to another,
I quietly remember,
My crimes and how I murder.

With blood stained hands,
With sharp pointed fangs,
With red coloured sands,
I sure should have died.

I fell in a deep hole,
I tried retrieving my soul,
It longs for help,
It longs for a lift from deep holes.