Life as I once knew it has ceased to exist

And has become a vast eternal emptiness.

My mind is overflowing with evil thoughts,

Crystal clear images of a dead world,

And premonitions of my wonderful death.

I wonder sometimes about slow suicide,

Perhaps I could slowly fill the emptiness of my pointless life,

Fill it to the brim with magnificent death.

What happens when a person looses all hope?

When one ceases to care,

When life no longer possesses any interest?

I wish I could show you my world,

So you could see my nightmare that is my reality,

And you would surely know some prosthetic death and a numbing enlightenment.