There's no hope for solace in this abyssal despair. Not a soul breaths in this darkness that even evil refuses to inhabit.

All alone, I shudder, letting go of the last hold on sanity. Like a maniac, I tear my soul into irrecoverable pieces. More and more the filth consumes the small hope I carried.

No right to hope nor cry, I am one with the void.

If this is love then surely I am dying.