Burnout

If you want it, take it:
Futile struggles to uphold the pillar of resentment
And fear that proves the forge of your life,
The sole reason you continue on this path to annihilation.

Surrender to pain infinite:
Let it consume you, devouring your blood until you drown
In the suffering inflicted by immortal body
Upon the mind and soul destined only to fall time and again.

Scream for me once more:
Die upon the curse borne by time back to you without release,
Unrelenting in its magnanimous gift of despair
As you face the knowledge that all you loved will soon be lost.

What point anymore:
Living in squalor's shadowy embrace until end of days encroach
Upon a broken, defeated soul long dead,
Destroyed by the very things it first sought to protect and cherish?

Take it away now:
The death and darkness that does naught but destroy all in its path
As it latches onto those who cannot
Comprehend the burden posed by hoping light will shine for you again.

Abandon hope:
Reach for me...take the power that is sought, but never understood
Until it shatters all illusions of peace,
The momentary joys that will never fill the void of what's been lost.

Do you have what it takes:
To finally end futility, once and for all to see the suffering done?
Then I beg of you, send me on;
Banish this valueless entity back to the pit of its birth and belonging.

To oblivion be damned 'til past time's cold should end for all;
Salvation come too late, gone so long that even death loses meaning.
With final breath I beg the only possible outcome:
Ease this suffering.  End this life.