Free me from my chains.
Let me go, and fly away.
A meager soul, even smaller heart.
The remains of being torn apart.

Challenge me, force me to rise beyond.
I watch the time, it’s almost gone.
At the breaking point, singing the bleakest song.

For naught, and nil.
Slowing down with waning will.
Forsaking wisdoms, embracing passion and the irrational.
Settling into the discomfort of being unknown.
Out of my own mind and body it feels I am thrown.

The wicked thoughts are hunting me.
Lusting after the sanctity of the little tranquility I hold.
Robbing me blind, and beating me deaf.
I see no hope, I hear no whispers of comfort.
There is no chance for succor, the darkness remains bold.

Wilting like a flower in its final days.
Defeat sets in, and on the shoulders it stays.
Burning sun, it’s sting etched deep into the skin.
Only vaguely compares to the burning within.
Take me down now, I need my rest.
Free me from my chains, my one request.