I don't want to die. I don't want to live. The place I want, desperately need, but should never get. The Void. Where all is nothing. Where nothing is all. Endless emptiness, for when I hate to breathe, but gravely want to love it. When all that is feeling is lost. Love. Hate. Enjoy. Despise. Happy. Sad. Words that lose all meaning in The Void, and it seems like they'll never get it back. It sucks on your soul until there's nothing left. But an empty space. I don't want to be awake. I cannot sleep. Nothing feels right when this is all that is left. I drift in the Void, leisurely hoping for a branch to hold. But, of course, nothing. It's exhausting. Never-ending. I'm out. I still don't want hope, because I know:
The clock will again, strike 3...
