My dark eyes turned crimson, shrouded with a rain that was warm and metallic.

Laying still I pretended not to become infested by the guilt and sorrow that lay scattered around, like chicken feed.
One, five, twelve hours, I did not know or care, as long as it took I was prepared to act lifeless. 
The emergence of dusk forgave my escape into the dark, the sounds of tripping and squelching and crying invading a silence that became deafening. 
Eternal silence would be my only true escape from the screaming inside my head. 
I ended it in a second, and looked down on the scene from my eternity of shame. 

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