no rest for the wicked

it will be just like it was before. perhaps a bit sadder this time, due to the unforeseen turn of events. i will return to the nothingness, and there will be no smile waiting for me down there. there will be no sun or starlight to guide me. there will be no warmth; only a cold despair running deep, a frightening sense of loneliness and claustrophobia, a dead chill down my spine. there is no rest for the wicked, after all.