I once was a child wondering through the world happy. Now I am a mass of nothingness waiting to fall into a black abyss and be divided into a million pieces.
I am nothing. Nothing good comes from me. Nothing new or creative. No light shines from my words or my actions. I am darkness. I am the abyss.
Feathers of pleasure and nothing forever.
Meaningless cleanliness and orders to surrender.
Watching and hoping and fading and eloping.
No more. No more. No more. No more.
Hate. VISCERAL. I AM ON FIRE.
Hurt you. Hurt you.
