I can hear the gears working, spinning beyond the fog.
They grind rhythmically

The fog is clearing.
Agony sets in.

The pain
Paranoia.

Fear wracks my mind
Twisting it and contorting it.

The Gears Spin.
Faster and Faster.

They bleed as my head throbs in pain.
It is clutched in my right hand.

It is my salvation.

I place it in my mouth and swallow.

The fog returns.
Thicker, Stronger.

I no longer hear the gears.