He had a feeling that no matter how much he drank the water would always be dirty.

Empty
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Suddenly, far too suddenly, his body was empty and ached in writhing convulsions searing down his gut, and he felt like he was thirsty and was going to vomit and like he couldn’t breathe all at once. His whole chest throbbed, but mainly his lungs for they were filled and contaminated with old dead air, rotten and settling down at the pit of his being in a sort of immortal dust, and even more than that the nameless place of his heart pounded out ache after ache, old injuries too much alike in blood and pain as his new ones, and he felt as though he would soon pass out from mental exhaustion if not physical, for his stomach burned, the acids churning away at nothing but his own internal flesh and he’d dare say bone as well because he hadn’t eaten in so long. Every muscle twitched and dully throbbed in their settled places and knots as he curled inwards upon himself in anguish to an emptiness of everything that he could not fill, and wouldn’t even if he had the means he was searching for because if nothing else it was all so wrong. He could feel the blood pounding in the stretch of thin skin between thumb and finger and even though his hands were calloused he felt as though they were turning into himself, the insides of them burning and somehow twisted and writhing with his dull eyesight upon the shadows that were ever blurring across the paneling. His mindset was seeping through the cracks in the ceiling and he had no idea how they climbed so far up when he was so heavily downwards, and he supposed it was because they needed to escape so desperately away from his madness, and so as that bit of mind drained away and out into the night sky where it could finally breathe he shriveled in the paroxysms of his destructive existence, and wished himself into nothingness because it would be prettier and he knew his will only stretched so far in need to fill himself back up because this emptiness was all consuming and all controlling and he didn’t have much left within him on terms of resisting.