Analysis of The End

I just want to break free. It feels like my insides are going to erupt through my skin if I don't leave this place now. This bitter taste of hell behind my lips consumes all of my rational understanding of what it is that is happening around me. I'm plunged into the depths of this quicksand that is my world. Faster and faster suffocating all belief that the light will ever be seen again. In my descent, as I struggle to breathe, the decimation that I am in for tears through my mind and leaves me with a sense of pure terror. Desperately trying to claw my way through this hysteria is nothing but absolute insanity. Over and over again I try to escape knowing all the while that this torment will never cease. The fading, dimming glow abandons my sight forever and what remains plagues my heart forevermore.