If there is a godlike entity in this world, then it does not love me. This life has been a long road, and there will be no reprieve.
I have been re-gutted. My bare bones are all I am.
I am the wasteland.
This darkness is impenetrable. There is no way out.
It chokes me. It is the reaper.
I am the dead come to collect souls. I am the echo of the lost.
This is what despair feels like.
It remains within me.
This is what giving up feels like.
It haunts and grinds my bones.
This is how the world ends.
It has lasted long enough.