In waiting, in longing, the promises we made. So trusting, so fragile, hold out for the end. The pain shall never cease. Cast myself unto the abyss. Naming my foes, in the guise of nature. Rebellion against form. Now treading through the water - the tempest of this life. I am silent. I am nothing. The self, I lost in the storm. It hurts me, O, it grieves me… the pain of always knowing… Dark parasites beneath the flesh, turning skin transparent and severing the soul from the self. Splintered is my consciousness, embers burning into the residence of purgatory. I will myself to vanish, take me far. Weakening now, so much more. With every passing morrow, the breath draws short. The will of this soul, stricken with grief. The onset of death, taking me gradually. All doubts and fears, my weakness has conquered me. Once again, the last of the hope subsides. My memories are drying. Paralysed now by my demons, they jeer in sunlight, and taunt me. They will wait for me to fall… for they are perfect, and passing. The pain shall never cease. Cast myself unto the abyss. This fleeting mind shall leave no legacy. A bruised soul shall fade then die…