Awake into Eternal Slumber

Lifeless and cold
Wrapped in Death's tender embrace
Covered in sores, infested with mold
Embodiment of total disgrace

The scars of perdition
Encompass broken glass
Shards of clouded cognition
Pierce my frame en revolting masse

And create ouroboric lesions
Pain that only grows larger
Sends me further down
To a hole from which I'll never escape

A fate well-deserved
A battle fought to its bitter end
Wounds that time should have healed
Shall remain forever open

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above my withered frame?

Life's purpose, obfuscated
I've relinquished control
Blindfolded as I'm led
Through chasm into sheltered crypt

I've drowned in agony
Only to resurface
And behold the pneuma
In longing reflection

The mirror's gaze cuts deep
Into these hypoxic veins
Only in death will I grasp
The scope of my obsolescence

This emptiness fills voids within voids
This emptiness shall remain until I'm whole
Until I'm whole again

Collapse!
As the reality sets in
That I am no longer myself

Relapse!
My fortress comes crashing down
After aeons in sanctuary

Years spent numb have made me realize
That only in death will I truly feel alive

Will I awake into eternal slumber?
Or will I remain
Ash in realms of stone icons
Which stand high above my withered frame?

If this is truly the end
And there is no more to see
Release me from these shackles
Such that I may be set free

A life devoid of all purpose
One that must not continue
Shall be reduced to ash
And will never start anew

As I bid farewell
I let the last of my blood
To become no more
To, at last, feel nothing

When I transcend form
Let my memory fade to naught
As if I never existed
And despair will start to disappear