When my lifeless body is found, ashen white and cold. Do not let any grieve, but let my story be told. I fought the battle, but I could not win, Victory was taken from me as I gave in. Life was bitter sweet, some days were easy and some were hard. I lived as best I could but in the end I did succumb. I gave in to the longing for peace, I surrendered my armor and felt deaths sweet release. Let history not people judge me. Some will say I was cowardly but others will understand. At least who now stand where I did a very short time ago, on the edge of the abyss looking into the eternity. So now let my Epitaph be written, that I have nothing else to fight. Let the night take me and let me learn my fate. What ever may come, surely it is better than the hell that was called my life.