Residual screams stain the cracks between chipped paint;
Seeping out into the hands of insanity,
giving them foreboding courage
and saturating their jagged fingernails
with a lurid conviction of escape.
The smell of burnt powder still lingering from the barrel
as smoke twists like a spirit wrenching in pain above the body
until the end comes to the pattern of dark desperation that haunted.
Leaving the air of the room shifting like a sigh of relief.
Eyes flooded with crimson grief,
as another lost soul has chosen to burn out,
rather than fade away
in the corner.
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