The wound lets the blood escape
The blood trickles down
A pattern work of
Thick crimson lines
Rivers finding their winding course
Down the boulevards of
The aching body
The doorless chamber slowly fills
A vat of sloshing death
The level becomes too high
Too high to take a breath
Sputtering writhing choking grips
Frantic struggling form
The blood
Mingling with the air
Splatters walls and ceiling
As the body
Muscles tense and twitching
Screams out with desperation
The blood
Another victim claimed
Becomes still and calm
As the body
Sinking slowly to the bottom
Knows nothing more
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