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.