Unsatisfied by pleasure of success, snatching at transitory images, that sick and empty moment at the last is all you poor wretch want to hold fast.
I say it's "All over now." What's that supposed to mean? It is as if these things had never been; yet the wheel turns, and re-turns, none the less. I should prefer eternal ... emptiness.
Disenfranchised with life you decide to end yours, now to serve Mephistopheles in hell for eternity...