All is crimson
Gushing from open wounds
Outlasting the happiness
Never ending screams fill the air
Yearning for an escape
Flowing
Liquid fire
Outstretched limbs consumed by black flame
Otherworldly screams fill the air
Death is sweet oblivion
Battered and bruised
Lakes of crimson liquid form
Onlookers laugh
Openly upon seeing your broken exposed soul
Dread fills your nearly unconscious heart
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