Obliviate
Why is wanting to accept the call of the void frowned upon? What makes wanting to remove one more parasite from this existence so terrible? It is perfectly logical to me. We devour. We inflict pain on every level of reality. This bond, that blood, this exchange, this observer and observed...we all hurt. We all take. The passage of time comes, exists all at once, back and forth. It doesn't truly matter when the devouring ends. We act like we miss that extra mouth but we don't. Not truly. So you see? So perfectly logical for my time to end. It has been coming for so long. Truly. Past the point when more fellow parasites could have been spared the agony of knowing me. This vessel, a failure. The agony of knowing myself. I'm so tired inside I could sleep through a landslide