As the sun dies,
what hath man to look forward to but his own destruction?
No home, no family, no future, no present, no past.
I am but a shell and I have run my course.
Put me down.
When I die, bury me between the twin oaks.
So I may serve as a monument to my failures.
And when the maggots come to feast,
you will be far away in space and time.
So that these roots will never bind you too.
For you see, I was created to be here.
Born into darkness to die in darkness.
Void of will
Void of faith
Void of hope
Void of spirit
Void of you
And you took all from me