Again I find myself in this frozen chasm. The gloom consumes me, I can't breathe. Everything here is repulsive and burns my skin. My ears are clogged by the thundering song that is now my head. The voices... have returned to torment me, promising an eternity of torture that I deserve. I'm guilty, I came back.
I stretch my hands forward, longing to touch something, but there's nothing, I'm alone, the heavy air hurts me, my lungs stop to avoid the pain. I hold my breast, agonizing, everything is over for me, the imminent end causes me to shed tears.
I do not cry for a redemption that is possible. I regret the illusion of what could have been taking the right decision. It's beautiful, the image of a life that could at some point be mine vanishes before my eyes. I sob, purity flashes breaking my heart. If only...
No. it's all over. There is nothing, only the grim abyss that has consumed my soul, offering a lag of goodness before it disappears.
Then everything ends, I accept it. My body has stopped moving, I allow the flow to drag me without ceasing. Only the emptiness remains.
