The Suffering

My life is like a void everything that I have felt I have done i have remembered is pointless. It always disappears and is replaced with pain his pain sometimes I want to go as well, disappear like everything else in my life in an endless slumber but there is always him stopping me wanting more, needing more. The one that is causing my suffering, He is like a vulture preying on the weak minds bending them to his will before snapping them like bones and feasting on their suffering he is feasting on my suffering on my endless pain. He always has a way to feast which has never ceased and never will.      
       
       
       
The only answer is death.