Bloodless life. Pulseless life. Suffocating horror and pain.

All bearing’s lost. All things dark.

Drained of feeling. Thought morbid, confused. Stuperous.

Restless nights. Cold undercurrents. No window of hope.

Confusion. Disorientation. Agitation in despair.

 

Revulsion – towards everything.

 

Exhaustion. Cold brained.

 

No resistance to the disgust. No longer stirring up the disgust.

 

Four walls constantly closing in.

 

We’ve outlived the end of the world, that’s the thing.

 

The world’s outlived us, that’s the thing.

 

Is it time to kill ourselves yet?

 

It’s always too late to kill ourselves. We’ve been alive too long.

 

Everything is empty, everything is past. All our wells are dried up, even the sea has receded. The earth wants to break open, but the depths will not devour us! Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown …