Void of existence.

So many trepedition's of past memories

Flow through me too freely

exhaustion drops me to my knees weakly

Now I lie down smiling so sweetly

The reaper comes his scythe hidden so discreetly

Pain washes my meekly smile quickly

Moral boundaries transcended to easily

Death swings his heavy scythe

Puts a sad end to this troubled life

Done quickly, painless, probably out of strife

This was not my time

I've commited no crime

Ended life, my white wings they spawned.

They turned black and god says "not today"

From light to night

When shall I end this endless fight.

Written By C.s on a very depressed day =-(