*Hypo-embrace

In the end they say theres a light at the end of the tunnel. But the point of it all was to stray from the light, I wanted rest. "Everything is LED light," my late wife, Lilandra, told me on her death bed. She could see everytihg, moving into a matrix of an omni pressence that embraced her right before the brights were taken away from hte crysteline eyes I fell in love with. Her time, final moments, couldn't come soon enough. Mine seems to have been in a twilight dream of forever yesterdays.

And now in my final moments, breathing still and jarring as though a babes first breath, every second is condensed in hypo motion. And I can't help but to think of the what if's and a lifetime of the little suffering dramas that plauged man kind as stumbling blocks will actutally hold any importance. The flourecent light in this room hums like 80's synth pop, just a long sting of an ants whine.

And I can't stand the light any longer. It just needs to be dark now. Final moments are the worst, life flashing before the eyes; you can see everything. Death is the cruel child that never grew up toying with man's every action. And now---breath is sudden, and it is taken. Dark is good, dark is God. And Submit I, to the will of Nihl. And who amongst us cannot be thankful that the light at the end is not forever.