A mental picture.

Blood... dripping from the ceiling like rain seeping its way through like a leak that I refuse to fix (but I say I'm going to).

Downpour. Let the flood swell and take us away. We're trying to breathe but the taste of copper is overwhelming. There's the muffled sound of a stereo coming through the walls. Talk radio at the highest volume. This could overwhelm the sound of a jet if it were in the same room but it's stifled by the drywall.

Oh my god it tastes like blood.