The beauty of this world Is only equaled by its hideousness The inescapable reality of your life For which time is the only relief And death the only conclusion
Pessimistic? Perhaps, but also true if you ask me.
I plead to you Let me rest in peace For my lifeless husk Is now deceased The weight of pain Was killing me It won the war It waged on me So let me down into the ground And I promise not To make a sound For my withered heart Beats no more And my soul has left The rivers shore I'll float off now Into the great beyond Moving forward and Moving on