Stage 3: Bargaining

What if this was all a dream? And nothing is really there? What if this was all in my mind? And my sickness was long left behind? You can't seem to embrace the thought of what is real, for your final hours are here God hear me please, for I do not wish to end I've tried and I've tried But The remedy is at fault, It's always at fault I can't seem to understand or comprehend For my soul is not ready to rend Infirmitas est realis Non est remedium Mors portas pulsat Hoc est extremum finem My oh my, this feeling is real To death's door I shall appear This remedy is at fault, nothing seems to be of use Oh God, I am so afraid!