• Death, it slowly consumes my life.
    Through the displeasurement of passing time.
    I slowly begin to lose faith,
    In myself;
    In people around me;
    In life itself;
    Yet all the pain I feel comes from the same source.
    I am consumed;
    I am empty;
    I have become Death!
    Can I escape the pain?
    The very thing that bogs me down and has me devoid of my own soul...