The dark lord of death is moving

I feel his presence

The stench of decay fills the air

I gag and swallow

I run but there is no escape. For death is all around me.

Thinking I can escape is futile

Thinking is futile.

Why has the lord of life Abandoned me here?

How did it happen?

What have I done?

And how am I still here,

If [where] there is no hope?

Are you still alive

You piece of shit

I hear him say

Shut your mouth

You worthless fuck

Why don't you just kill yourself

And put us all out of our misery

Kill yourself

It will be over. No more pain.

No more nausea, no more fear, no more despair.

It's unbearable. You've suffered enough. End it

This is the thread I hang by.

He wants my death but can't compel it

I want to die but not to please him To become a slave to death.

I want to die so that I end up elsewhere. Away from this horror show.

The dark lord fades slowly. I return to a room

That I never left. There is a window with a hill beyond.

I hear voices. I am alive.