To be no more

How I crave the cold embrace of eternal slumber
It tears the fabric of my existence with the fermented nails of my tortured life.
I long for the nevermore of eternal night.
The blissful release of a trapped soul from this unhallowed temple.
To sleep, to rest, to be no more.
At roads end, the deepest dungeons of despair.
I find no peace here, only the rivers and valleys of horrid years beyond repair.
Cowardly I seem to much to grant myself relief.
leaving me here to pine away in hell filled grief.
Written by Reavenheart
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