End

Breathing through the final point of life

I hold your hand beside me, knowing youve already

gone on. I feel my pulse weaken as the poison

spreads. I feel tears streaking down the side

of my face, feeling fate pull me in. I see

you beside me rising up, in ethereal light.

The reaper upon me, his scythe upon my throat.

Take me to her, I say, take me to my love.

He looks at me with eyes that pierce

diamond. No, speaks he. For I am no longer alone...

Walk with me in Hell.