Ahh, Life, hast thou not enough of me!

For I am now unable to endure any more,

Of beatings, strikes, and hits from thee.

It bruises me, wounds never to heal in the core.

Hast thou not see how I have gone limp in my limbs?

Hast thou not feel the rasping breath from my bleeding mouth?

The beatings of my heart hath gone but merely small steps.

Walking silently to death until thus it goeth.