Wandering in the darkness

Well, Here is my news, Reverend. I long for the darkness. I pray for death, real death. And if I thought that in death I would Meet the people I knew in life, I don't Know what I would do. That would be the Ultimate horror, the ultimate nightmare. If I was gonna be born again and start All of that all over, only this time without The prospect of death to look forward to, That would be the final nightmare. Kafka on wheels. Damn, cousin, you don't wanna see your own mom? No, I don't. I Want The dead to be dead Forever. I wanna be one of 'em. Except of course you can't be one You can't Be one of the dead because that's what you... I Have A wondrous thing In Mind, But The words I want... I have wondrous in mind, but words