Emcee slips into the darkness--not drowning in it, but floating just beneath its surface. There is light at the edges, faint and blurry.

He's been here before, at the brink between life and death. But he's never been kept here. In limbo. Neither here nor there.

It would be so much easier to stay. To no longer feel pain, to no longer have any worries or troubles. To just sleep, to dream of dying, and to let the mad, mad world go by.