I'm laying here.
In this warm room but yet so cold.
Under blankets that swallow my body and takes me down a river of comfort.
Yet so many darkt thoughts cloud my mind.
So many of crimson liquid covering my walls and the stone cold floor.
Staining the bed and the bed sheets in red and black.
Torturing screams from the Hell below from where I belong.
Just laying in my bed of warmth, under those flowing warm blanks, and wondering" who am I to have thought this?"
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