Sometimes

All of the light within you slips away. You grasp weakly, it escapes, you fail, you empty your will. All of the wonder thay your life has been, the good - the bad - the empty,  begins to slowly disintegrate. It also slips gently from your outstretched fingers. You look at your hands like they are strangers "is this, me?" for a moment when the omnipresent hole at the core of your being begins to grow. It pulls with disturbing force. So much that your attention is focused and for a brief moment you almost care enough to struggle, you cry but nothing comes. The reconsideration passes having already been ripped away as you watch it fizzle and fade. The blackness is all encompassing. Minuscule vestiges of hope pepper the last frantic hopelessness of whats left of you and the dark quantum singularity of your soul has won.
Whew! Thank fuck thats over! Lol