Nothing remains.
  Was there anything anyway?
  Why prolong the painful existence?
  Emptiness is not a reason for me to continue.
  How long until I end it all?
  It's all disappearing.
  Withering and slowly dying.
  I watch it die.
  Cast aside as demons feed upon my grief.
  This may be too much for me to bear.
  I should be optimistic but escapism is far too tempting.
  How long until I end it all?
  My world is cold and without hope, this emptiness will be forever.
  I watch it disappear.
  How long can I hold on to something that was never there?
  How long until I take these matters into my own hands.
  I watch it disappear.
  I see it slowly dying.
  I watch it wither away and I'll watch it die.
  And I'll watch it die.