I´ve now made a different type of short text. I hope you enjoy the read, and want to give some feedback.
RED WALLS
The blood, paints the wall. It splatters all over. Feeling a cold being dragged out, and more of the crimson red strength pours out. Is it a man, or is it a woman that stands for me? What does it matter? Warmth is drained, death is gained. Death becomes more a burden and a unenviability. As darkness comes lurking, so comes the light and takes it away.
I now stand in the same room, but I feel far away. I was here, and my best friend with me. Walking over to the stairs, and down I see. Who is that there, who lays beside me? Nonetheless I carry on, I walk while humming a song.