The Mortal

Am I supposed to die with my heart in my hands? Was I ever truly free - Is this how it was meant to be? Am I just holding off. This life's become too much - why fight it anymore?

I am not beyond the tears that are ripping at my heart. I am not beyond the pain that tears my soul apart.

I have lost all hope - the only joy I feel comes from tightening this rope and knowing the end is near. Misery fuels the fire which leaves my charred remains. All of my life has been spent in vain.

I thought I was strong - now I know I was wrong. I try to pretend - getting off the end. At the final turn I see how life was meant to be. With no regret I tie the knot... And with death I am apart.