The Last Moron On Earth

The room is dark and empty.

I was asleep.

A lonesome soul cannot cope with the unknown.

Four bare walls indistinguishable from each other.

The darkness slowly crept to touch my face.

This is not the end. You are caught in the birthing of a new dawn.

Black and bitter cold.

I am ready to live.

You are not alone.

Dual screams echo silently.

I am ready to die.

Be strong. Think of me...

A lance of fire pierces my skull.

...if you can even think at all.