I embrace, the depths of oblivion. I am engaged to the escapeable end. The void, that once was a strength, consuming, and fears became too intense; Destructive.

I behold the days that are numbered. In my prediction, the end has been forseen. I am unable to accept this failure. As weak as I am; I have no strength in me to pretend. The throne, that once marked my strength, is now a token of my failure.

Indifference, is my excuse
And ignorance, my refuge
My twisted personality,
Being senseless is my reality.