Magwitch’s feelings about dying

I am passing to perish.Going to die I am.I am to die going.Five flittering little words, swirl round and round my head. Death. The Grim Reaper, Lucifer, the Great Crow, the Black Cat, Anubis, the Pale Horseman. Humanitys greatest mystery, oldest fear, the Hourglass we all try to run away from, finally to be unmasked I am no longer afraid.Suddenly, there is so much I insufficiency to say, so much I destiny to do, but in my sudden rush of adrenaline I am confined to these quad walls, this hard, rough mattress, eyes fixed on the blank, egg white ceiling. I want to move, say something, let the world know that this is it, Im through, Im donebut accordingly again, who will care?It hits me what are we, foolish human beasts? Did we really have in mind we could cut the marionette strings that link us to Times fiddling reach? Is it possible, that we once believed we were safe from the sharp edges of the Fates scissors? Surely we didnt, couldnt, once create by mental act that we woul d be prepared to die, that we would know when our ferry through Acheron would embark. No, surely non before you know it, the obolus is stuffed down your throat and Charons dark paddle begins to swoop through the gloomy waters of the underworld.I repeat, I am not afraid, just mystified by the mists of the Unknown that follow behind the curtain. I can see it, flimsy little thing a most cut, black silk sheet, full of whispers and buzzing voices. Whos there? Can I satisfy it? Im going insane. No Magwitch, there is no curtain, theres just the blank white ceiling, get some sleep.I dont want to sleep I want to go I want to touch the curtain What does it feel alike(p)? It looks so soft too soft.Something isnt right. Its not beautiful anymore, in fact, as you get closer to it, you can see it really isnt silk, theyre dirty rags, intertwined in each others filthI dont want to pull this curtain anymore, I dont like it. Pip Come back Come back and secern me of my daughter May I know more o f her before I die that the mere fact that she is alive and the woman of your dreams Pleasethe lord wont be merciful to me Pleasedont leave meI am not ready for this, but I let it happen anyways with one inhabit sweeping action, the curtain engulfs me in its sea of black.I am going to die.I am dead.