My mind drifts along an empty path
Ghosts from my pasts rise up in wrath
What will quiet these specters of emotion?
They hold me back, not letting me go
The demons inside my head are my true foe

Death, come quiet the restless mind
Give me the peace I yearn to find
Let me forever float as on an ocean
I have no wish to grow older, I am done
My life is not filling, rather it is only crumbs

I sit in the dark, lost in the depths
Contemplating a life no more than a mess
I stare at a drink, a mind-numbing potion
Instead I stay sober, every excruciating minute
Knowing that no matter when I go, life is finite

Life no longer holds any joy, or happiness
All is depression, sorrow, filled with greyness
All seems naught, life and death merely notions
Why bother?  Just let go, let lethargy take me
Life is a prison, but in death I'll be free

Free me from a nothing existence
Will my soul-deep anguish let me rest?
Or will death be the only way I am freed?
Let me go...