My wall is my door

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I stumbled upon it when my cat did too

But she's probably known of it for some time.

It froze me for a second or two

I'm not proud of it, I worried too soon

I thought I'd have to do something about it

But there's not enough wet to wash it in time.

I thought of what to do with it

And collected a piece of it, just a bit

I drove it to town, up in downtown

Cute girl at the desk was mad for taking my time.

The first scientist analyzed with a frown

And the second seconded his concluded frown

I thought it to be an aimless endeavor

But I needed to do something with my time.

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

Earlier before this time

I should've explained, but I was scared:

The wall is a door is a wall is a door is a wall is a door is my wall is my door;

I'm scaring my scares by opening the sores.