As the last failing star surrenders its glory to the triumphant sun
So my hope, as fragile as a spider's film, succumbs to despair
My dreams shattered, my will vanquished, my spirit crushed
I subsist: no longer living, merely existing
Stilled are my cries of anguish
My misery, unheeded, wears away my soul like a chisel to stone
Faltering, stumbling, sinking
Plunging deeper and deeper into black despondency
Caught in unthinkable reality
My being, my world, my universe
Is
Ultimately
Nothing