Extinctionist

Where none can see the sights of life where none can feel their miserable decay here, just nothing, forever… here just burning the life shreds to naught. our embers burn to the final eclipse of rays. it’s here where I find my final Mourning. it’s here where I find all the answers. Naught. and all the shreds of life fabrics into pieces, and as the shreds of life turns into decay. I return to the void. I return to the void.. We return to the void.