I call upon all that is or was, hear min plea's and fullfill that in which must be.
Extinguish the light that once was my heart. For no longer does it fullfill a purpose unto this body.
Consume me darkness, for as your father void has begun to enrich that which used to beat freely. I embrace your doings, as though they were mine own.
Wash over me oh winds, take the body that has crumpled beyond repair. Send it to the four corners of no where, so that I might find blessed oblivion.
Take the sight in which has served my not, leave me in the joys of forever night. So that I might take of its sweet nector and ambrosiac sensations.
Enwrap you arms around me oh sweet death, for the soul that once was mine dies, following not my biddings any longer. End this torment in which you call living, give unto me a sweet ending and let nothingness fill all that once was me.
(No I am not suicidal. But it is a part of me in a way that death can kill and still leave you living.)