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I'm lying in a pool of my own blood.

It's thicker than water, oil or mud.

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

I struggle to stand, but fall right back down.

My legs are weak so I crawl on the floor.

And the hole in my heart starts to bleed some more.

This room is dark and there's no light source.

I push on a door with all of my force.

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

I feel the red thickness all over the place.

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

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

I somehow can stand and I finally see.

The blood has risen right up to my knee.

I slam on the door with the palm of my hand.

And pull on the handle as hard as I can.

I panic and scream an earsplitting shout.

I kick and I scream, but I still can't get out.

My throat turns hoarse. I can no longer speak.

My legs give out 'cause I'm feeling too weak.

I hit the blood with a sickening splash.

I feel it surround me and give in at last.

It seems I am drowning in a room of my pain.

I can't get out so I'm going insane.

A burden attacks me, a shiver of fear.

I wonder how the hell I even got here.

I am locked in a deep dark blood filled cell.

I gargle some blood and drown in this hell.