Waiting (for death)

I wait in an abyss of nothingness.
I'm most likely dead already; more or less.
Surrounded by souls of the dead, the dammed and the lost,
I try to pity them, at my own cost.
Standing in this darkness,
I know not what to make of any of this,
I see that no light shines out of the black,
The black goes on forever.
Why do I suffer?
Inside I feel suck torment.
Why am I here? Was I sent?
Alone I still wait in this nothingness,
I realize now that I'm waiting for Death.
The soul I never cared for,
Has disappeared, forever more.
So I stand in this darkness,
Unwilling to accept this,
I know that no light will ever shine from the black,
The black is death,
And death is forever.