Here I stand broken and defeated, at the end of my rope.
My mind struggling to find a reason to carry on, the weight of sorrow is heavy on my shoulders.
I'm at war with myself, fighting a losing battle with only one outcome.
The demons in me refuse to stay quiet, their screaming has grown louder with time.

The stain of worthlessness refuses to wash out.
Permanently stamped on my soul, branded there by my crumbling mind.
My eyes see less color, less hope, less reason to open with the passage of time.
I want so badly to never again feel the burden of waking up.

Death, I beg you, steal away the last drops of life in me, I don't care anymore.
I await the comfort of the stillness of death, the peace of the infinite void.
I tire of the deafening sounds of my toxic mind dragging me down.
I want nothing more than the silence only the embrace of death can grant me.

The luster of life has been ripped from my heart.
I no longer have the strength to fight The Phantom Strings my mind conjured.
I'm ready to shed the skin of this worthless puppet body lost forever to the darkness inside him.
The earth is gladly waiting for me to rest, and I gladly welcome the peace it offers.

After all, corpses have no strings...