Paint the man, cut the lines, cut the flesh, watch the blood spill – let it come!

One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

I know this. I've been here already. I know this taste – the taste of Damascus Rose obfuscating the truth in a dim haze. They may sweep the traces from my memory, but my body remembers. These cuts speak volumes, even though my mind remains silent.

They will be back. Oh, they will be back.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

If I sleep – will I wake from this nightmare? If not, I pray my heavenly Father will take me in my sleep.