The merciful end

And so it begins

The final chapter, the last of my sins

As I simmer and boil, and then turn cold

Skin crackling and peeling, I'm losing my mold

It's starnge, this feeling that runs through my veins

Burning and chocking, my aching soul it stains

I feel like I'm an observer in this vast space

Waiting for packed trains to come and go

Late and tired, I've lost the race.

Ticket-less and spaceless, I have no home

Drained and passion-less, I no longer wish to belong

Wasted space, wasted breath of life

I guess that's why they say life is an endless strife

The end of the beginning, the beginning of the end

As i'm shapeless and melted

I wish only to nothingness -to- ascend

I'm tired, and frankly have no more strength and will to go on

I just hope it will be better, after i'm gone