Nothing remains. Was there anything anyway? Why prolong the painful existence? Emptiness is not a reason for me to continue. How long until I end it all? It's all disappearing. Withering and slowly dying. I watch it die. Cast aside as demons feed upon my grief. This may be too much for me to bear. I should be optimistic but escapism is far too tempting. How long until I end it all? My world is cold and without hope, this emptiness will be forever. I watch it disappear. How long can I hold on to something that was never there? How long until I take these matters into my own hands. I watch it disappear. I see it slowly dying. I watch it wither away and I'll watch it die. And I'll watch it die.