The Last Sunrise

The last sunrise... And such a fitting end...
The universe is beautiful, both in creation and destruction, in life and death, in birth and rot... Beautiful like our own feelings, fleeting testaments of our everlasting desire...
Like night turns into day, so does love turn into hatred, and back again. Sentenced to live searching for that which will make us whole, a new day begins...

What will end first, I wonder... the Will or the Torment?

Late nights

...that slowly become early mornings...

I cannot sleep. I cannot think. I have an emptiness all around me and deep inside that I just don't know how to fill. I don't want to eat more than I need, but I'm so hungry... A hunger for satisfaction. For pleasure. For life itself. And I can't find life anywhere.
I try to find refuge in exercising and lifting what little weights I can, but soon enough my body grows weak, weary and old. So fucking old.

Restless nights of need and worry
refuse to end when feeling sorry.

Sorry about myself...

Sleep.

That emptiness when I wake up and you're not there...

Everlasting Solitude

Walking through the fog of solitude, on a silent path of virgin dust. Thoughts of empty promises and broken dreams follow each step, and slowly crawl from dust to brain, and back again. Searching for the hidden meaning of a life's journey, a truth that eludes both eye and soul. If there was pain in his body, he could no longer feel it. He aimed for the cold and the wind and the dangers of the wild, trying to find that which would make him feel alive again, for even suffering is better than such emptiness. But it was in vain. Salvation was no longer an option for his damned soul.

He closed his eyes and whispered yet again just one word...

'Why...?'