They are making me sit. Sitting in front of death itself and I'm still going with the stupid inside narration thing. Stripped clean of clothes until all that's left is enough to retain what's left of my dilapidated dignity. Yes, death can't come fast enough. And here it comes. An-Wait. Why am I flying? Why can't I scream? Is this death? Is th-Oh. That's my body. Falling. Without it's head. Oh. And here comes the pain. There's so much blood. And I'm still narrating. The pain is going away. And here comes the fabled DMT. Let's sleep. Yeah, lets.
I am now dead.
What should I do?