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Ravings of an Insane man on the verge of Death

It's a long steely corridor,
and nothing to show for.
Bloody handprints smear the floor,
And I begin to lose the grip I had on sanity.
Bright colors spill over in my
Mind,
And I can see nothing.
insane
restless
The walls close in.
I am dying.
O bystander,
Save me from this bloody chaos that has wreaked its havok upon my mind!
I am relying on you,
Please don't let me die!!!





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