Like Icarus before me, I plummet,
And crash into the broiling ocean.
But I will not drown as he.

If this is to be my Invictus, let it be so.
I will captain this broken vessel,
This raft of shattered bone and splintered soul.
Let me traverse this churning sea.
Allow me to battle, even if futility rears it's head.

Allow me to rage against the dying light,
Until not but darkness remains.
I beg you, let me claw at the walls of ailing
Until my hands are reduced to the barest of bones.

Let me struggle and thrash, even if futility rears it's head.
Let me suffer, and let me ache in my cruel fate.
But please, I beg you, let me claw.
Do not deny me my fight. You've taken enough.

You've taken enough. Let me struggle, if in vain.
I will paddle through this ocean,
On crushed limbs and torn muscle.
But please, I beg you, allow me that much.
Let me fall as if I did all I could to stop it.