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A room,
A tomb,
Cracked walls,
Enthralled,
Death lurks,
It hurts,
Blood here,
Blood near,
So much death,
The only life left
Is yours.
The whores
And bitches
With stitches
Aren’t breathing,
You’re heaving,
Glasgow smiles,
And cold floor tiles,
Broken limps,
Evil within,
A broken nose,
Your heart slows,
A noose,
You wonder whose,
Idea this was,
Because
It’s killing you,
You won’t make it through,
No hope,
You begin to choke,
The ticking of the watch...
Your heart stops.