I fear I am rapidly approaching the inevitable.

Like a star condensing and consuming itself,

but I won’t be a supernova with blissful waves of fragrant looking colours,

No, it will be more akin to a black hole,

my core collapsing in on itself, infinite density, and a point of no return.

And my name is written nowhere, my face is gone forever, my entire person completely forgotten, destined to drown in false perceptions of who I was.