With death on death's foot.

I look into your eyes and I'm no longer afraid of you. You've been with me for so long that even you no longer prove anything to me. You're Death, okay. So what? So what could you possibly do to me to make it worse than it is right now? What kind of pain can you give me that's not what I feel? right now?

In my eyes there's a reddened tongs that twist and twist and twist the nerves till they're stretched to the limit. In my jaw there's a frozen piece of iron that blocks every way any logical movement of my mouth or tongue. I feel lava and ice at the same time and I'm in on my knees when every thunderbolt, every lightning bolt hits me. There are no more small sounds, there's only chasms and havens, there's only an indescribable torment that stretches all
more and more.

So what more can you do to me? Maybe tickle me, maybe drown me?
I have no idea but it's clear to me that these attempts are not in vain, they're in order to to trample you to death with Death already clutching me. And then? You haven't bored, don't go somewhere else.

Because I'm no longer afraid of something I've already felt, no I'm no longer afraid of you, you miserable wretch.

It's just that right now, the tension level is so...
high that even you're gonna get electrocuted, you little bitch.