The pressure in my skull builds,
As death looms above.
The ancient ones continue humming
The deep chants of long ago.
I will not lie, I am terrified for this death that awaits me
Their hums grow louder, my vision is darkening.
And no one knows my fate
I do not have the courage to voice it.
I know I overdid it, looking back.
2000 mg of really anything is enough to kill anyone.
But at the time, I could not stop myself.
Like a blind fiend ravaging for it's last meal.
Do I have my regrets? Most certainly.
Can I change them? No.
Dear ancient ones, I'm sorry for my sins,
But if I live, I know I'll do them again.
For that is the way of humanity.
Always striving for purity, but always falling
Falling to the cravings of cruelty.
The demons whisper things that sound so good, but they're oh so wrong.
I'm broken from my spell, I feel a hand from the real world tugging me.
All my limbs are lead, but I force myself to arise.
I can feel the ancient ones pushing me down
Down into the depths of nothingness.
But in that mere glimpse of reality coming back,
I've realized I do not want to die.
I am scared. As peaceful as the darkness and humming is.
Is that really all that remains after this life?
Perhaps, that is why most humans strive to live so much.
To experience everything they can before the darkness consumes.
With what little strength that remains, I say I need help.
With saying those words my body tingles. I feel I might pass out.
