Hell, it's about time.

"Can come a stage in life, from which there be no return from, as the exact has been changed so much that it can no longer resemble its past. At that point, the loss of wanting has already conquered the mind, left it drifting into nothingness, and distilled one's soul to its purest form of madness. At that point, nothing can truly redeem the value of hardship, isolation, nightmares and abuse. Now, the time is only meant for a short gasp to be in the history of a long, never-ending-journey towards obscurity; to grind more and more and more . . . This, whatever this might be, has gone too far, but will only end, when there is nothing else left to be,"