Dark Life & Darker Thoughts

A strange afternoon. The room is dark. Finding a bloody mess. Wrists bloodied, and the walls have holes. Twitching and groaning. Pool of red blood. A man lies in the red liquid. A can of Jack & Coke in his bloodied hand. Clearly drunk and not willing to live. He had a past. He can’t look, hear, smell, or touch certain things. He was begging for someone to hear him. Nothing but silence. No one’s present. So he slowly succumbs to the lack of blood. He had a Dark Life & even Darker Thoughts