The sense of death stalking you in utter silence is the most unnerving of all fears. When you realize that your fears are indeed true, the starkness of life hits you right in your soul. The meaning of a measly life. The meaning of a miserable death. Why does it have to be like this. No. This is not a protest. You don't protest with the dark and silent reaper.
The ravings of a maniac. A fusion of fears, mythical and current.