The culmination of darkness itself.
We all have been there.
Ripping at you eating away.
Until, your'e nothing left.
Just a shell.
Memories, the past, everything.
It latches on never letting go.
It feels familiar.
The weight of the world of your shoulders.
Its all normal, you see them.
Time doesn't matter, its all gonna come burning and crashing down.
But there's a ghost standing there, a familiar face.
They lead you to a gate.
You proceed and touch it.
Everything is gone.
Wilted.
Black.
Dark.
