You were calling for the axe, to have your head cut off, to be set free, and you finally entered the other world.

" A gap without a contour
Upon an inert and frightful
Ocean of silence,
The vision of emptiness to stare at
For ever and ever... "

... the wind seems to sing between your ribs.

Your journey under our dark vaults ends here.

At the bottom of desiccated trenches your remains lie down on a pile of dismembered and dry skeletons.

You have always deplored being useless to this world ; now scavengers feed on you.

Eventually the sight of your own decline had been unbearable to you. You could have no longer stood the suffering like any genuine damned soul would have. Everything had to be felt in its terrible roughness to the price of tearing your soul apart. But the contemplation of your own misery has drawn you in a too painful introspection.