Five.

"Death embraces me
destroying my sanity
Reaching for the light
Fading to darkness
This feeling of emptiness
The physical perish with sight"

 

^{_{I'm fading}}... fading _{... fading.}

 

I’m dying… or am I already dead? This winter, this being of nothing, this knowing of nothing, is driving me insane. It’s destroying my sanity. I’m loosing my hold on reality. Is this reality? How can something like this be real? Nothing is real.

 

I see this light… this light in the darkness. This crushing nothing could be described as darkness, but it’s not dark. It’s the absence of everything. But there is light. There is hope. There is my small amount of sanity have I have left. That’s fading. Everything is fading. Nothing is fading.

 

Do you follow me? Is this understandable? I’m on the way out. I’m so close to the end. These few minutes, seconds, years, whatever have lasted for all eternity in my mind. My sanity is the last thing to leave me.

 

And now I’m watching everything physical disappear with everything mental. Everything is fading to nothing. Not the nothing that is something, but the nothing that is nothing.
 

^{_{I'm fading}}... fading _{... gone.}