My flesh burns. I feel like a malevolent omen burns under my skin and through my arteries. I weep and beg for the end to come and for the eternal void to devour the cellular infrastructure that is the construct of my soul's vessel. The void of death and hunger. It needs your life to fill an empty stomach. I will feed the void. You will be punished and atone for the sins committed in this hell hole. The days will pass you by until nothing but darkness remains. I am the timekeeper and your time is up. Lament.