Your bleeding still. It's marking the fluflly clouds with a tinted cherry color. You seem to be sleeping, but somehow you are not. It is so odd.
Odd? No, a greater word is needed. But such word is non-existant, therefor you shall no longer try to fix such word into your vocabualry. It is better than being alive, but not as good as being dead.
What? You dont know. You never know. Did you ever know? Hmm. That will take some ponderment. You can smell your own foul blood. It isn't enjoyable, but apparently you have to deal with it.
Your stomach feels ill. Like you had swallowed a shoe with spikes. You cough and you wiggle while you are ....where are you?
You appear to be in clouds. It's wet, humid, and peaceful. You're crying, but you cannot tell. You can't feel. You can't taste. You can't hear.
The only thing you can make out is white. White everything, everywhere. You feel light.
Your stomach twists and rolls in agony, while you feel nothing. Confusing and odd as this is, you can but cannot feel. Your body is disolving, and it burns. Yet you cannot understand what burning even is.
Confused? Yes, yes you are. You're head is woozy but you cannot sleep. Your dry eyes are heavy, yet you cannot close them. You feel stuck. Yet you are not capiable of emotions. You are sad, yet you are at peace. Happy, yet unbearably furious.
You spit blood. Your stomach gives a final lurch and you vomit unto the white fluff. Acid burns holes everywhere. The upchuck is not the normal colors, but black. You see images everywhere, even though you are blind.
You cry harder, but you are blissfully unaware. You look like a mess, yet you feel free. Your skin peels off, layer by layer, and you bleed. The images swirl and then they jump. Faster and faster, you seem to fall. Whre you ever falling? Maybe?
You scream, just to make nosie. But you cannot hear it. You cannot feel your throat move and tighten to make the noise that is not comming out. The noise was never real, yet it ripped thorugh the images, creating a black tunnel. You mumble junk, and you walk.
As you walk, your bones break and crumble. Your ankles give out and twist the wrong ways, yet you still walk. No, you run. Free.
You break, and you spill. All your inside swish to the floor. They are dark with brown cream and ebony flesh. It looks gross. But, wait, you can't see. You don't know what they look like. But you can see them just fine.
You crawl. You drag yourself. You move your broken arms. You make unforgiving moves. The pain should be so overbearing. The pain should controll you.
But you feel nothing.
You scream more.
And you suddenly realize....
yOU WHERE THE RAKE'S LATEST VICTIM.
