Wither - Keepsake

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.