I am here, in the dark pitfall of my mind. Surrounded by sharp, deadly spikes of thoughts, waiting and bleeding. There is no way out. There is no salvation, no escape, nothing, just black shades and silence. I am crawling from one wall to another, leaving warm, sticky trail of guts and gore. Sometimes I hear muffled voices from outside that passing by and fading away. They just don't care, so why should I. It's just a question of time. No powers left, except of strange feeling deep inside irregular pulsing heart. It squeezes last drops of vital liquid through almost dry veins. The body is shivering and slowly and reluctantly responds to nerve signals generated by dazed brain, making me look like a giant sick leech, ready to die. So I feel. I should be scared, I should suffer from the intolerable pain, I should be dead. But something keeps me alive. With my weak-sighted eyes I can see a tiny ray of light, breaking through darkness. Its dancing like a little pixy, so calm and peaceful, promising and appeasing, that I couldn't resist and trying to follow it ... That's how I'd get in here ...
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