Well

Sitting... Sighing... Waiting for death... Lying... Crying with each agonizing breath... Pacing... Shaking... Anticipating the worst... Armless in a boat... Dying of thirst... A foreign numbness slowly devours my head... Without warning or apologies it starts to spread... I feel the air quickly escaping my lungs... I breathe franticly like a starving bird pecking at crumbs... Then the voices wane and fade away... All color fades into a pale gray... My nothingness is coming... My escape from hell... I have succumbed to the sickness... I am finally well...