Release

Life doesn’t seem to matter
and neither really do I,
For it seems we have no purpose,
but to wither and to die.

Like the fading light
from a setting sun,
A few more ticks of the clock
and the day is finally done.

Bathe me in darkness
and silence and peace,
Striving no more
in a world that’s diseased.

Time has no beginning
and struggle has no end
Till the tired heart is still’d
and the soul flies home again.