Bland, no vibrance, tasteless, time wasted on waiting, blinking, everything slipping past, blinking.
Suffer.
Quiet.
Denial, nothing absorbed.
Feeding a sickness, created by yourself.
Left hunting, for something, left searching for meaning, finding all but none.
Pathetically, reaching for hope, bringing down nothing but darkness, your mind a mess, your soul in shreds, a glimmer of light, smothered by hate.
Your life now and forever nothing.
Meaningless, purely meaningless.