Text Box: Scythe of rest, shift your blade toward me and release my tortured soul! I have exhausted my means. My frail mind can reason no longer. Take this demon from my life and cast it into the void. Whisk the breath from my nostrils and let my laboring lungs relax. Melt this abused body into the earth on which it strived so long to survive; a chip of stone washed downstream by the currents, rinsing its sunscorched surface.