He wished to die, to be not, to be null and dull of this existence.
He wished to never exist, to never experience life.
He was a coward.
He wished not to die, yet he waited, for what.
He wished to be nothing.
He wished not to die, yet he waited.
He waited until his body would revert to a clump of cells yet to be produced, the idea of him to be gone, the idea of everything to be gone, for the envisioned tomorrow, the fleeting past and the long present to be gone.