As I lay dying, my life ran through my mind. The things I've done have not been pretty or nice; I acknowledge that now. There's always a reason why I did the things I did - whether it be personal or someone else's preference.
As I lay dying, the lives that I ruined, the souls that I've broken seem pointless now. My life is meaningless now that I've got nothing to do; nowhere to run. Now I repent for all the lives lost to mind. I open my eyes to haunted souls and spirits - they await my arrival to the world of the dead. I smile, allowing the darkness on the edge of my vision to grow, consuming me. . .