A way out
Sharpness pain, immediately gone,
Warmth flows from the soul,
Red light burns behind the eyes,
Stickiness clings to limbs,
Pools form at my feet,
And it runs down the walls,
Spots slick on the ceiling,
My mind is set free,
Emotional fluid runs forth,
The stability of the room,
Softens, melts, liquefied,
Shadows form from nowhere,
Clouds impair my vision,
Being feels faint,
Last thing I hear,
Is the razor fall,
Clink, as it glances off the tiled floor.
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