An extract of my piece.
This dejection, it engulfs me and all i can feel is this perennial sensation of numbness. Like all of the elements of my body have been physically wrung out. I breathe nothing but an atmosphere of sorrow, i am feeble, my mind is perpetually cold. My melancholy is the pure pleasure of being sad, i cannot possibly reconstruct the tattered remains of my distorted consciousness. Eternally broken. My impending departure from this callous spherical world.