Is it too much to ask for a little respite;
Or is this end inevitable;
Can a wrong life be lived right;
Or am i stuck with this riddle;
This land, this skin and it's price;
This life in shackles;
Eyes for darkness, oh lightless nights;
Hope dies with the candle;
Let the bark and the bite arise;
Let them wither his frail mind little by little;
Oh dear! grant him some respite;
Or is this end inevitable?

Lovely piece