Death. That is the last thing that went through Neil’s mind before his untimely accident. As he drifts between the land of the living and the darkness, blanketed with the shrieks and the moans of those who aren't so much in pain, as they are alone. Isolated. As Neil tries to hold onto his fragile life, he starts to lose his grip. The weight of life. He can feel it on his body, crushing his lungs, shaking his teeth, cramping his toes and fingers. The moaning becomes louder, the shrieks longer, and the darkness. It's all so easy. All he has to do is let go, drift and feel no more. Join those who are detached from the pressure of life. Live! He can hear his mother cry. His dad is crying too, a man who probably beat her in that same hour. The lines
