In the depths of a crumbling house
  I stumbled across the floor
and stared at the walls
  white borders to the outside world
reaching to touch what lay beyond
  I would have called out 
		but my voice would remain
				unheard
			another crash in the distance

I gazed at the ceiling so far above
  its greyness made my stomach turn
and I grew sick from exhaustion 
  and confusion
unable to crawl any further
  I collapsed and turned my eyes
	    upwards 
	 in one last vain attempt
	     to beg for the mercy
				of that collapsing ruin
		 in which I was slowly dying

And then the walls melted blood red
  into razor iron beams
And then the floor turned stone cold
  as I suffered to remain there
And then the ceiling so far above
  began to splinter
    into a hundred thousand fragments