I feel you there
tearing away at my will
battering down my resolve

How long before this
not a moments rest
nay, no peace for wicked soul

Feel the burning wounds
pierce into a mortal soul
ne'er enough blood to satiate

Would be easier to accept
knew I, you took pleasure in this
truth be told, I, do not exist

A mere obstacle in your way
of yet another long day
you'll not know you've laid me to waste

My crimes be they no greater
and by comparison far less
for I was born, to not live, only to die