Suffering: The Essence Implodes

My final hour
All essence devoured
Please grant me death, without the suffering

My passing phase
Death without grace
Before all ends, must come the suffering

No more resolve, a worn-out life
Absence of thoughts and feelings are rife
My soul begins to slide
Please grant me death, without the suffering

Sorrowful spirit, born of the Night
Sister of satire, malevolent plight
Your ways are misery mine
Before all ends, must come the suffering

Pain
No ways to alleviate
The aches
The body disintegrates
Pieces are falling, are falling apart
The mind is dissolving, cognition distort
Suffer
Suffer
Plagued
My being begins to boil
Release
Me from this mortal coil
Torment's awoken, relief vast asleep
Delirious rambling in the twilight sleep

The weight of the world
The essence implodes

Losing composure
Is torture above all else
The darkest times
Where pain is all there's ever felt
The suffering

Detachment of spirit
Of psyche, of mind
Forsake my physical shell
Decayed and left behind

Pain

No
Earth without suffering
Sky without suffering
Life without suffering
Death without suffering



Credits
Writer(s): Tragacanth
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