The water of life cleanses their souls In the pool of impurity, they can't afloat among their lies and sins as they sunk, at the bottom of the bleak abyss do they see their ill fated flaws, a mirror of sadness and drug abuse eloquently painless yet more felt than any wound, neurotic Inambitions drift from minds now drained, the cork of their lives has finally been pulled spiraling these story book anti Hero's to their final climax, less exciting than the most mediocre Childs story, it ended with nothing not even with the reference of darkness, just emptiness that no one wants to understand, there was no thoughts no feeling, the fruit for thought was rotten to the core in oblivion, nothing left to utter or regret, no godly light or damning fire to be seen among the infinity of darkness