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My World, a work in progress

There, a splash of blood
No, a splash without
Neat and orderly
The spot without blood
Where did it come from?

The spot starts spreading
My world stops moving
The pain is locked out
But I am locked in
And my world is dead

I can't move freely
Hard sharp things block me
I want to be freed
Free from this order
What will release me?

The room writhes around me
The floor trembles beneath
I walk, steps uncertain

The ceiling cracks above
Mirrors fall off the wall
My pace quickens now bold

This place seems familiar
Although it's been awhile
The rules were forgotten

Now I remember blood
The change went unnoticed
How long have I been gone?

Deep thoughts from long ago:

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