Breaking point

Another, …flow of time in this hell.

Nothing could break me out.

I want to let the beasts feast on my flesh and grant me death. I want to fall prey to whatever is out there. Just let me out…

Just let it end already.

Ferryman,

Tarakeshvara,

A-Aken… MAHAF, CHERTI !

ANYONE!

Just take me already…

What do I have to do? Just what more!

I have done everything! Everything this Gods forsaken prison would allow!

I held my breath in hopes that the small flame flickering inside my chest would be snuffed out.

But I always seem to wake back up.

At times, even before I go the whole mile, my body would react instinctively, denying me the respite of death. I would find myself striking my own abdomen so that my reflexes would force open my mouth and inhale hard, right before breaking into a coughing fit that scratches my bleeding throat.