Death is coming for me. Another mind has touched my mind this day. it spoke to me and it said thus: "Weary traveler of the mind, Do not fret any longer. He is coming to take your soul so that you may finally rest in peace." I do not know if I am ready to leave, I do not know if I believe. I rest my mind today fretting no longer as the voice had spoken. I wait, and I wait, yet nothing happens. Am I just crazy? I would like to hope not although the signs say I am. I speak of death and the end of the world. Few listen, none believe. Why do I speak then? If none will walk with me then I am destined to be alone forever. I long for love although it is not a top priority. Though when I see the light that love shines bright I fear it I run away For I do not wish to hurt anyone but myself. I writhe in pain but I have been in such pain for such a long time that I now enjoy it. No one can help me for I wish for none. But people continue to try in vain. When will it end? When, then, will I succumb to my dreams? I have waited many years for the future day that is to come. Whether it be at my hand, or anothers I will perish along with this world.