Lachrymose 2: the Suicide Note

My heart like a desert dims dry, Streams of tears fill my eyes. For my pains and sufferings still I cry... What use is endurance but why. My life is done, my thread is run. Ages of lachrymose I have lived under the sun . What future there is to long ahead When you know that you are already dead? I will never live a life as full, Because my destiny is broken and shuttered in a shade. Torn and tattered are the strings I must pull... I wish to die, For death I was made. A good life I never had but turmoil and fear ... Fear and turmoil, turmoil and fear every year. And if the Devil will knock me down my feet; What use is denial: So be it! The tombs await me, dark and deep, Calling for my endless sleep . Promises I made I failed to keep: Tombs of Sheol and Gaol; Take me to your endless sleep!