Lost in this curse

"Just strolling though limbo with hate in my eyes, and I have my umbrella up for all the blood shed falling from above. With this trusty scythe by my side, I am destroying the minds of certain individuals that come to burn in these eternal flames. The same flames that wrap these words around my neck, and all my air ways are blocked from the sentences I have conjured up from the ruble in my brain. My thoughts are failing me, my motor functions are slowing and my gaze is going dark. My skin is rotting and sloughing off, my fingers are falling to the ground as I write this piece and I don't know if I can f."