blood smeared across

a empty room

dripping red

a color new

a blazing frost

biting thorns

puddles of life

dappling the floor

a view very sickening

isnt it great?

my blood pouring forth

from a chasm deep

chunks ripped from my chest

meat lay in stained teeth

jaws prowl the room

sticking to corners

creating black shadows

in a place made of mirrors

a monster steps forth

life trapped in its palm

i am prey in a prison

a house made of locks

blood drips through the floorboards

and settles in pocks

a stranger in a maze

made of only one room

i have trapped myself

in a hell pure

for i do not possess,

strength to endure

life outside

my homemade cure