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WARNING: The following contains graphic images, anyone with weak stomaches are not advised to read this particular poem...You've been warned.



I'm lying in a pool of my own blood

It's thicker than water, oil or mud

I try to get up, but the blood soaks the ground

I attempt to stand up, but I fall right back down

I make it to my feet and walk across the floor

And the hole in my heart starts to bleed some more

This room is dark and there is no light source

I push on the door with all of my force

My feet slip in the blood and I fall on my face

I find that a knife is lodged deep in my waist

I grip the handle and I yank it out

I shatter the walls with an ear splitting shout

I'm covered in blood and I look like a mess

And the blood just keeps flowing from the hole in my chest

I stummble back and more blood splashes on me

The room is filled with blood now up to my knees

I run back to the door and slam as hard as I can

And I bang on it with the palm of my hand

I feel too weak to continue and persist to do this

I fall in the blood and make one final wish

It seems I am drowning in a room of my pain

And I can't get out, so I'm going insane

There is only one thing that I want to be clear

And that's, how in the hell did I ever get here?

I am locked in a deep dark blood filled cell

I gargle some blood and drown in this hell