Upon my life, he had cast a certain imprecation. A curse that became the roots of my delirium, a reminder of my impending doom. Every tick of the clock had seemed like a jest to my developing fear, which permeated like a black hole in my otherwise crumbling life. Perhaps it was God's castigation on my past undoings, or merely the salvation of my forgotten conscience. Whatever it was, it felt wrong. Terribly wrong. Like the ground just swallowed me whole, as I descend deeper into the abyss, and finally end up into nothingness...
