No sound, just everlasting pain. The flicker of eyes remain. pale face blaming everything. Guilt maintains. sound escapes. Calling me... It's calling for me... Ending lives are reaching for me. Calling me... They're calling for me. Reaching down, I close my eyes. I hope for death... fear subsides. And the shadows [bad word] all of this, and I awaken. The voices always carry. Calling me... Calling for me... Calling me... They're calling for me... In the wake, I survive everything that I try. I'm awake, millions die. Is this [bad word]  or do I die?