My shackles are tight, my body is tired.
I think of my plight, and feel I'm mired.
I watch the approaching sunrise,
I wearily close my eyes.
I remember the work I've done,
my efforts not for a meager one.
The esurient corvine looms so dark,
I look into it's eyes so cold and stark.
With great avarice, it lunges into my flesh,
rapidly tearing as if to thresh.
I feel myself slip away,
I wish that this was my last day.
I wake to see the approaching sunrise,
this endless death is my prize.
The esurient corvine looms overhead, my only wish...
...I wish to be dead.