I lay in a field of shadows and decay, the demons that chase me are all too familiar. as i lay there broken with no will to go on the demons
close in and begin to consume my flesh, but i do not move or even try to escape for i know too well that there is no more hope of survival in this cold and dying world and that my only course of action is to become one with the darkness and embrace that madness that I've fought for so long. this world of mine is slowly coming to an end and the ground beneath me begins to be torn asunder, as i fall the demons cling to my flesh and carry me off to live in their world of darkness and decay. slowly i find myself losing that which makes me human until all that remains is a husk of what used to be a living being but now all that remains is a shell devoid of
rationality and logic. my mind shatters and the demons i locked away come pouring out in a fountain of rage and despair, and the shattering of my frail psyche was the final nail in the coffin that symbolizes the death of what i used to be.