Chapter Five
Drew
Out of the delirium of an endless nightmare, of an eternity of insanity in the deepest depths of any imaginable hell, I briefly come back to a semblance of coherence. Even then it’s difficult to assess the difference. Rational consciousness of my situation, fleeting as it is certain to be, is hardly more endurable than the terrible damnation of my derangement.
All is still utterly black; only the inventions of my input-starved visual system play out before me. Against amorphous landscapes swirls and blobs of lurid hue congeal and careen all about me. Out of this kaleidoscopic chaos emerge capering demons to bedevil me in my dread-filled disorientation. Burgeoning into evanescence to leer and laugh and threaten me they melt back into formlessness only to quickly return
