Black and red—the shades of death and blood invade my dreams.
Dripping into my still body; poisoning my fragile mind.

I don't know. I don't know-I don't know-I don't know know-I don't—

I see red. Blood. A veil's been lowered over the world and I see the horrors exposed. Were they always there? Flesh falling; ripped away.

What is happening to me? Who am I anymore? Am I me? Am I the harbinger of bleak days and crushing nights? Am I toxic? Am I now vile? Am I death?

I see black. I see black ink and doom and endless seas of soulless void. Cities bathed in black. Forests corrupted with black. Oceans dyed black. Skies painted a painful, maddening—maddening—am I mad?

Has insomnia torn my sanity from me? Is that all? Am I losing my mind? Have I lost it? Would that be a comfort? Crazy and benign over sane and evil? What choice—what life is this?

I toast to the end. Sweet mother, help. Carry me away. I want to be free. I want...sleep. I want to see these hell-colours no more. I want dreamless sleep. I want escape. I want peace. If peace must only come in death, let it be so.

No more black. No more red. Blind me forever more.