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 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.