[ WP ] An immortal being is explaining why he would like to die

The days grow longer in my old age. I long for sleep and have nightmares of the wake. Every step is another, repetition. Like a rain hitting on steel, these thoughts reverberate, taping taping. My mind can not take anymore of this, anymore. 
 
 I began my early life with persimisim and learnt I was an optimist. Those were the days. But now those words have lost their meaning. Where is my anchor I ask you, from what point can I judge my advancement. 
 
 I have killed and loved, been redeemed and un-redeemed. My essence is no more, my soul is fractured. The pieces of my puzzle form new and more different shapes but never the same.
