Drenched
in [blood],
I cross the room
I used to hear before the
(boom)

All was fine until I spoke,
choke...
choked
I run my hands
across my shirt,
still soaked

With
[blood]
I keep my pace.
I never turn to look around

I know what stains the ground
[blood]

My heart is still,
it doesn't
(beat)
my limbs numb

I smell the tar
the burning flesh... yum

Is it over?