Wither away.
Your soul has been consumed.
There is no reason for you to exist.
You have nothing left to give.
The blackness is your only friend now,
but even it hates you.
You are nothing.
You have nothing.
Nothing but a shell.
Lusting for insignificant illusions.
You are what you wished to become.
I have no pity for you.
Nor does anyone else.
The spikes in your vein now.
Disease-infested walking carcass.
You have chosen nothing.
You will receive nothing.
Nothing but a childish fool.
Grasping for deceptive apparitions.
Too blind to see the black fog around you.
You wince in pain at the truth.
You can't feel your own skin.
Sink into your own pit of despair.
You've built yourself a pretty little hell.
Drown in the torrid swamps you so dearly love.
You will suffer for what you have become.
You've disfigured your soul.
I have to laugh at the false rage you feel.
You can't even control yourself.
Shame is the only thing you have left.
Fade to black.
It's the only thing left to do.
 
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