I sit here, stareing at the four blanks wall.
Blood hand-prints on the walls.
One each
For each person who suffered
Going insane after only so long
To try to keep yourself intact with reality
Before going mentaly insane
Sitting here
The warm stinging feeling on tears
Against my wounds
From fighting back
People can only last so long
As the poison runs through the body
Slowly killing them
Making them suffer
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