From the struggles, you retreat Once strong, you faced them, Now the fear, it breaks you Makes you weak. This weakness, it torments. Tearing you, Tearing your veryBEING
Once a warrior, You'd take the challenge, Lived on the wire.
Now though, you cower. When the challenge comes around, You'll only hide, run for safety, for cover.
It was a good run. The future's bleak though, At the twilight of your life, The battle's worn you down. All you look forward to now, Is the tranquility brought, By the *Eternal Night
Well, this morphed form something in my head, to the letters you read. The end of life itself is like the end of a battle. You're tired, you'd rather not fight another minute. And you're waiting for when you can finally lay to rest.