. . .

Sever through me with the sole purpose of destruction, as if there is nothing within worthy of existence.

Turn redemption into a souless concept, place it as further as fisically possible from everything that lays in the range of reality.

Remain far, lost behind a haze of faded colors, where recognition fails, and you pose as a stranger.

Take away all the shreds of humanity left, as I freeze into stone.

Cease my being.

I simplify myself, and fall into the significance of regret.

Merging with the air itself, the blood darkens, thickens into solidity, and my body breaks into dust.

Exploding across nowhere, from within what used to be, now lays everywhere.