But a flicker

A sickness of the mind knows not an end.

The consciousness scrapes itself apart.

A thought becomes an action.

All will feel the pain it brings.

They lied to a younger audience.

Life may be long but not vibrant.

The memory does not last for long.

Much like the light of a midnight candle.

It ends in a flicker and ceases to exist.

Forgotten is a life in the abyss of time.