Oh no the shadows, they are back. They have come to claim my mortal life. I see them. One, two, three four. Five. They are all racing towards me as if I’m an object of desire. They rip apart my mind. My mind, my mind they rip apart they rip apart they are ripping me of my freedom, my soul. Only a bullet to the temple will save me. It takes 4 seconds to process a bullet shot to the skull. Only in 4 seconds you see a part of your life flash before yourself. All the trouble ships you’ve endured, only to be taken away by the singular bullet. And to be taken away somewhere even more Hellish than the evil world. The shadows, they speak to me. God, they speak to me THEY SPEAK TO ME they laugh at me they yell at me to end it all. They tell me things that shouldn’t be heard god DAMN IT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD PLEASE PLEASE GET OUT! I’ve tried smashing my head on the wall BUT IT ONLY HURTS MORE AND MORE more and more blood dripping blood dripping from my head from the bullet wound from the head. Yes, only one shot only one will end it all. Goodbye, world. Goodbye.