Crimson red fills the bowl and I think I'm going to be sick.
With every thing spinning so fast I cannot breath.
Walls closing in and everything fades.
Fashes of light come by, one, by one.
Feeling sleepy not knowing my name.
There it is; my favorite thing of all this
Ah, the feeling of pain is gone from before the new form enters me.
Laying here waiting for you to come home.
I open my eyes and see flashes of you and I from before you went.
You walk inside.
You call to me and wait for an answer.  
I'm trying to look up at you but I can't move.
Blood running down.
I can hear you asking something.
But I can't make out the words.
You tell me its ok and we will get some help.