I sit on the floor, look at the clock.
A quarter to one, or two, my eyes are blurry.
Swimming in a pool of blood, I look around.
Seven windows, seven stages.
I cry, blood. I cry blood.
My throat hurts, I scream but hear no sound.
The silence is deafening.
I am trapped in this dark cave, all that holds me is this abyss of silence.
My skull engorges , pressing my brains, stamping out every living cell.
I close my eyes, think for a moment.
Seven stages, seven prisons.