In death there is peace.
In life there is pain.
To give up life
Is to freedom gain.
Free from my mind,
So dark and cold.
Free to let go,
To unleash the hold.
The hold of living
Which grips my chest,
Fights within me.
I need to rest.
To rest forever;
The stillness around.
Nothing to wake me,
While I’m underground.
-Celéste