The void,
I created it myself,
I nurtured it myself,
Let it loose upon myself

oddly enough,
I knew nothing of it.
I mean for gods sake,
I don't even know where it came from.

What I do know now,
Is that I did not prevent it
Never being truthful to myself,
always avoiding change.

So now that is left?
I am no longer myself.
I just an empty shell,
An empty replica of me.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Chakros, in the year 61 MA.