Ah, Life! Sonnet Iii

III I need release my heart has gown too thin, I've fought so long I can't bear try again. Depression drew me to Death even when a child still dwelled beneath infernal skin. Oh, wrest the earth back from my hollow bones and press my spirit back into the dust, please let my tides of pulsing blood alone, become a stagnant pool in fleshy husk. My ears are burned by merry, hopeful breaths, my gut clenched within fists of Future’s grief. I know you know I fancy joining Death for he would strike my knowledge, give relief. Ah, Life, I never loved you from the start and yet you stalk my heavy, haunted heart.