Until There Is Nothing Left To Preserve

Floating in the middle of a complete and utter chaos Not a single urge to follow but this state is unbearable Light-years past a fiber of hope, I exist on pure stubborness The only option that I have is to wander pointlessly The leaves are changing color, the air is turning cold, I sit and wait I can not recognize myself anymore, I sit and wait Broken into tiny pieces, no source of solace to be found I can endure the pain, but this emptyness devours everything Completely hollow inside, yet it still finds something to feed on Look at me, this shell of a man, how dare you make me suffer more? Until there is nothing left to preserve