The Process Of Leaving - Departure

So I am the least
And the burden
The shallow and burnt-out
The devastated and scattered

And all that was in reach
And even over
I devoured with a glimpse of pleasure
And I have seen much
And felt even more
Way too much

Tonight it's time to go through
And take the unclean process
All is there and my skin is burning
With the excitement of the passing