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.