Ships and gore

What's this stuff? It's all red and wet...and it's coming out of me...ouch it hurts make it stop! Make the pain stop!... … why does it only hurt there? It's just not right, unheard of...there, now it hurts there too...but that's not enough, this red stuff is pretty, I can just throw a party with it... … … there it makes a nice wall decoration...but I need more...more...more more more... … … … There's more... there's lots more...hey why am I so sleepy?...damn it eyes stop being so heavy...stop it...I want to have a party with this red stuff... … I know... … … Hey! That hurt more and now I can only see half!...hey wait, there's more of the pretty red stuff in there... Let's find more... … … hey now I can't even see the pretty red stuff!...this is so unfair...why does everything hate me...it's so unfair...i just want to see the pretty red stuff...I'm still tired too...but now my eyes aren't heavy at least... … hey...this black...I think it's more pretty than the red stuff...maybe...if only I could get the pretty red stuff in the blackness here...maybe...maybe...maybe... hey I'm starting to feel cold...I can barely stand now..I'll just sit down then... … … hey it's still cold...it's getting colder...there's not enough pain though...the hurt is warm...that's it, I'll just give myself more hurt... … … … hey it's not working...why isn't it working!... … ...hey... … … this isn't... … …so... … ...bad... … this black will go on... … … … … ...forever.