Tired

Must I stay awake, Must I always avoid those blatant mistakes, Should I truly banish the horrors lurking in my slumber, Should I again devour fear like flame scorching lumber, Life ever so torturous, Leaving my mind twisted and monstrous, Reality fails to extinguish my will to fight, All I seek it the embrace of a rest filled night, Tired is the soul, Which has been hurriedly forced into growing old, Why does God not pity a feeble heart and show mercy with a single brush stroke, Instead a slowing curse to live slower and choke, What purpose am I to fill, What is still needed so I may gain Earth's immersion atop my favorite hill, Wretched demonic angels whispering while having me surrounded my lucid conscious their toy for breaking, What barrier keeps them out and away from a harvest of a soul ripe for the taking, Life lessons and quotes repeat and repeat like an evil choir, When will this body and mind be given a tranquil yet permanent retire?