And

Write it out and off in a moment's passion, with hot tears and cold hearts and our world in ashes. Speak of the day you dropped the act and carried the torch of your savage stat. Look upon the ruin you've wrought and question if this is what life's about. Carry on into the dusk and waste what strength was left in your husk. Under this sun you falter and buckle, down to your knees and the dust hardly rustled.
The taste of death chills your breath in this scorching wasteland of a soul where you hide all of your gaps and holes. The flaws you hid from everyone close, until you slit them by the throat.