The final nail in my coffin.
Struck in by those who i held dearest.
They do not mourn for me.
They put me here.

The world just melts away.
Leaving an empty void in its wake.
All consuming.
Never ending.
Faceless and empty.

I suppose at least its silent now.
When before all i could hear,
was the buzzing and misderiction,
of those who i had seen fit to surround myself with.
All the screeching and pain,
built into a final grim crescendo.
Which lay me to rest.

Now i lie waiting in my tomb.
I wish i could say it was peaceful,
but i am knawed by the same loneliness as before.
A wasted desire to yearn for another.
A friend.
A lover.
Anyone who can prove i am not alone.

Until that time,
Im as good as dead.