All that’s left of me is dead.

All I have is this broken shell of misery that is myself.

What merciful god would allow me to live in this hell that is my mind?

Wrapped in solitude and warmed by fear I am left to sleep.

Suddenly I know I am not breathing,

I am no longer here,

Nothing is left,

My pain is clouded with the darkness of the void.

No, I can go no further.

I can go no further in this darkness.

If I go to far they won’t be able to hear me scream, and I won’t hear myself.

I will become what I most fear. That is… nothing.

I will be devoured by the darkness,

Too long has it gone without a comprehensive and unique thing to devour.

To make it as it is, Empty.