I can't remember how it feels to know that I am whole, to know that there is more to me than the emptiness that reigns inside of me like the most narcissistic and communist king that will ever rule. A tomb within, cavernous and full of silence, the desperation mounting and growing until I feel as if there is no longer any hope for me. I have no hope. I am nothing and I am every emptiness that will ever embody another. A waterfall of darkness that spreads across a universe of flesh until whatever was left of me has been burned away.