• The Darkness. It spreads. The walls are black, the ceiling is black, and the light is black. Where am I? It only gets darker. Everywhere I look, pitch black, darkness, the evil is washing over the very matter around my. Where are my hands? I can no longer see them, are my eyes covered in a coating of jet black? Four streaks of black in front of my eyes are changing. It’s gaining color, but what color is it? Maroon, dark red? These streaks of pure blood red color, what do they show? Their mirrors, the evil glow shines upon them. Maybe with them I can see myself. What’s this? This is not me! WHO IS THIS? WHO IS THIS GROTESQUE THING IN FRONT OF ME?!

    For I do not see myself. I see someone with only one eye, with half of his skin burned off, his flesh is rotten, and his hands are bones, he is dripped in red flowing blood. But yet it is transforming! Its flesh is rotting faster and faster, everything is dissolving slowly but the bones! A Skeleton painted with fresh blood! A black clock appears on his body, and a scythe at his hand! This is not me, this is

    Death......