I sat in a pool of my own tears and blood unable to move.
I was dead, sinking into the endless abyss of nothingness, I was fading away.
Slowly but surely I had died. I felt empty, nothing was left of me except my squashed corpse. That was torn up and beaten.
I started to feel like I was sinking, sinking further into the pool of blood and tears. Sinking further into the pool of death, of nothingness.
My body dove even deeper, pulling my head under the surface. I was drowning even though I was already dead. I was already drowning so the blood stopped my tears from showing. I extended my hand in one last hope for survival.
I continued sinking, nobody was there to save me. My lungs started to cave in.