I try to stop the feeling from welling up. My vision blurs and all I can think about is the rising sensation.

The sensation culminates in a dry heave.

I shudder, wondering if this sensation is a rejection of my being.

The echoes of darkness close in.

If one is to give false hope, then remember to hide the void behind.
For the baited would be swallowed by this vacuum of despair once they see the truth.