Alone and silent,
Nothing but lights...
Bright and burning into my eyes...
Too quiet,
Seperated from the rest of the world,
.......The light goes out.......
Darkness and sound,
Nothing but shadows...
Loud, alive,and moving.
Thrashing wildly,
Round and round,
Spining me on the ground.
It's cold...
Wet...
......Light is back......
I'm standing in a puddle.
It's thickly coated on my legs...
........Blood........
It's all over the room,
Now silent again...
I cannot scream...
........Dark again........
I'm being shoved in the sounds,
Screaming fiercely.
Can they hear me?
Can the see me?
Who's is the blood?........
........My lastsights of light........
I look down, see the fatal wound............
I fall in to a mixture of both worlds..................
Dark silence.....
Peace.............
Deathly calm......
Why am I still screaming?....
I am gone from this world
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