Dying is easy, Killing doubly so. Life is what anihilates.
I swallow ash and dust occluded, rotten plants and infinite wisdom, while I walk through my past on grim citadels of broken time. My future so certain and clear can be laughed at through my tongue.
Standing at the top of the cliff I gaze upon the fragments of a destructed lifetime and waver my foot over the edge, ever doubting and ever uncertain. Opaque is the cloud of thundering clamor that gazes pityingly and hatefully down on me, laughing and spiting with pride, while I shamefully let it wash my yells and drown my anguish.
I leap, time runs out with a last wisp, and I never fall again.