The moonlight creeps through the window, slithering up the sheets like a serpent. Illuminating the scars and the wounds, reminding me that death is coming soon. This flesh is weak. I collapse at the serpent's feet. Transcending mortality. Materializing in front of me. Composing a vision of death. When I ascend from the depths of my flesh. Walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I will transcend through the barrier. I will be the bringer of hysteria. I've come to terms with my death. I'll be leaving this world in a body bag. No one will ever remember my name. Everything I've built will collapse in the end. No one will ever remember my name.