When will I succumb
To the soothing sway of calm?
Unscathed from the day
And brimmed with warm content

I’d surrender my all
To the droning ambience of sleep
Where nothingness reigns
And time is without a trace

To eviscerate the scourge
Of the trails I carve by day
My arms strain and strive
For this high glimmering fate

If it is meant to be
May the dark swiftly befall
To suffocate the anguish
That raids
My heaving lungs