Empty - The Sense of No Being

I have the certainty of having concentred
All the suffering of the world in me
I can't understand the reason for it.
Just as existance in general
Why can't I admit that existance leads to nothing?
And the being to the no being...
I have the monopoly of the knowledge of suffering,
And this is equal to live hanging from a precipice,
Since all suffering is an abyss,
I feel in me a pathological predisposition towards death,
My life is a sinister agitation, a vertigo, a dramatic whirlwind
Why don't I leave this world?
Why death repulses me as much as life?
I haven't the minimum idea of why I am in this world.
I feel as a terrible being full of darkness
A beast with a grotesque grin
Exaltated before the hope of nothing and the desperation of all
Burned by pain and hate
Anihilated by light and shadow
My symbol is death of light and the flame of negligence
All light fades in me...