It's cold, it's hazy.
I don't know what I'm doing.
In, out. Black, white.
Startled by the awareness of time that's passed by.
Doesn't matter, there's plenty to spare.
Or is there?
Black, visions, quiet.
Thump-thump, thump-thump, feel, see.
Can't see. Where?
There are no questions here. Right? questions.
White, time, now. Black.
Falling, falling, floating down in a black ocean, slowly.
Time has no meaning here, for it is ever-changing,
ever-flowing, quickly through blurred space in slow motion,
waiting for no one, carrying the echoes of voices both garbled
Fading, fading. Someone.
Rush, white, numb.
It's fuzzy, but it's getting clearer. As clear as it can.
Notice the red scars, scars this way, that way.
Feel then, pressure, pink, black. Black.
Nothing, nothing. A searing pain! White, red.
Silver, red, silver, drip. Drip. Colors fly everywhere.
No escape. Falling, falling again, No! falling, down.
Down, black. Black, black, black, forever, forever, never.