Pain is a constant.

Like a raging hurricane, it sweeps through me, the darkness envelops. It comes this way, shadows fall, It envelops every part of my being; swirling through my veins of blood, filtering through my unprotected lungs. Then at last, pumping through my helpless heart.

It is a curse, It is a plague, It is a virus I cannot combat. Many before, stronger than I, have faltered, sunken in, been defeated and overcome like an unknown illness consumes its host.

...And so I shall fall, down...down...into the swirling blackness before and about me. A shadowy presence, like emptiness formed of waters so bleak and cold, yet empty and angry.

This falling, this, surrender, never ends. It is like a bottomless pool. The shadows thicken and yet the descension never ends...the pit never ends.

It will consume...It has consumed. All that remains now, is the eternity of it, the realization, the surrender...the Pain.