A simple thought makes me sick to my stomach. I can't seem to escape from it. At a moments notice my whole world completely dark. Bringing pain to life. Death is quickly making its mark. Is this another episode of simple cranial misery? Or has a higher power tapped into my brains integrity? A higher power approaching me in my final hour. One simple purpose. One simple victory is all they need. As I finally fall asleep my brain it is far pressed and the fallen write my long awaited eulogy as I rest. As I rest. I cannot see anything but frustration. Why am I unable to pinpoint this delinquent? Hells red burning holes through my eyes. My body daised and confused has been a product of lies. Hells red burning holes through my eyes. I've been a product of lies. I am finished. Cavia porcellus replenished. I am finished before I began.