To die-
To cease to be
Anything more than a body
Quietly wasting away.
I have long lived in fear
Of this inevitable departure;
Now I only wish it could be closer,
That I could meet my end today.
But I know this cannot be-
I have too many attachments,
Too many loves
To leave wretched and confused
If I were to do what I desire
And extinguish the dulling fire
That keeps my weary heart from stopping.
Without hope of becoming anew,
What is there for a spirit on this Earth?
What is there in a life of aimless wandering?
Yet I fear I cannot take my life
And risk becoming a horrid blight
Upon all those I've called my own;
I'd rather suffer all alone
Than know, even with senses blinded (for lack of a working brain),
That, for whom I have loved, nothing could ever be the same.