FUCK!
The paint's turning red
Wait nah, that's not paint. It's blood...
The walls are bleeding
The thick liquids metallic stench overtakes my sense of smell. It burns my nostrils
The blood is flooding the room now.
My door is locked. I can't get out.
My feet are soaking in the blood.
It's slowly rising to my ankles.
My eyes are watering now.
the blood. it's dripping from the ceiling...
The drops of blood are running down my face... I can't wipe the blood away.
I want to scream, I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I can't make a noise.
It's up to my hips now. My body is engulfed in the sticky liquid. My skin is stained crimson.
Everything is red. All I see is red.
It's to my head now. I'm suffocating in the smell.
There's no point of holding on.
The blood pours into my mouth and fills my nose.
I start chocking and coughing trying to rid my body of the foreign substance.
I'm almost gone...
The substance that gives me life is killing me.
I'm completely submerged in the hot sangre
When I open my eyes it's too thick and dark for me to see.
My lungs burn.
I can't hold on any longer.
I'm dead.
