Take Me To Rest

Death is in everyone's kismet

For it cannot be shunned or halted;

Death is the only finale of a mortal,

And it will acquire you eventually.

Death takes wait,

But I do not hold much patience for it to come, take my life;

No longer possess the same enthusiasm for life like I had before.

Feel like sailing a ship in a sunless ocean,

Can't seek any shore for my ship to lay its heavy anchor;

Yell for help, but no one is there to answer.

Lost in this total blackness

Accompanied by ghosts

They try to liaise, but I shove them far.

Rain of self-hatred and despair falling into my heart's cup; filling it.

Finally, the seed of self-immolation planted in me.

Desire to decimate myself grew mighty,

But concurrently the worry of the sequel yet grew even immense.

Can't slay neither can't live;

Stuck in this great dilemma, unable to seek any signs of hope beyond.

O' Death, The Father of gravitation,

Endow me with your blessing;

Harvest my soul with your scythe,

Visit during night,

Lay your cold bony palm on my crest,

And put me to eternal rest.