• At first, everything's so blurry.
    As everything starts to clear, my lungs begin the fight for air.
    There's no air here.
    There's nothing here.
    Everything's so sharp now, but soon to begin to fade back to nothing.
    It's so black here, so black.
    There's shadows in the darkness, whispering my name, calling me to join them.
    As fear runs its course through my body, the silent tears start to flow steadily down my cheeks.
    My lungs are losing, I'm losing this battle against the Eternity of Darkness.
    My eyes struggle to find the light, something to help me cling to hope.
    Hope that maybe, I'm not so damaged that I can't be here for the people that need me.
    Hope that maybe, I can still do something with my life.
    Hope that maybe...there's hope.
    So withered and worn, I feel.
    It feels like my body has left me, and my soul with it.
    So much thinking, always thinking.
    So much pain, to much pain.
    Not enough strength to hope anymore.
    I'm tired, so so tired.
    Tired of waking up ever morning feeling like a barely exsisting form.
    Tired of going to bed and not being able to sleep half the night because of the nightmares.
    There is no end to this torture, there never has been, there never will be.
    My race, has been run.
    It's time...
    As my eyes close, my heartbeat slowing, a soft sigh leaves my lips.
    The shadows in the Darkness get louder and clearer.
    So much pain here...so much.
    Here I am, too stay.