The walls are closing in and the darkness begins to consume the room, and the sorry excuse for a man, as he sits in the centre of the floor.His arms, wrapped tightly around his body, as he attempts to shield himself from the harms of his own thoughts.As the fabric of his mind begins to tare, the image of what he has done starts to swell in his eyes.The blood.The blood like paint covers the room.Thick, red.Stinking of the death it's resulted in.The dark colour of the blood appears Florissant on the thick creamy walls.Slowly the blood is drained from the body.The body lying lifeless on the floor.The carpet much like a sponge absorbs the substance, along with the memory of the life lost.
