The shadows swell, they pull, they press.  
I ache for quiet, for soft caress.  
The world’s cruel weight has bent my will.  
Each breath I take feels colder still.  

Peace, elusive, drifts where I cannot see.  
My heart is tired, unbinding me.  
Lost in this storm, I sink, I end.  
Release, I beg no strength to pretend.