Blinding light is all I see,
And echoes of my footsteps is all I hear,
The warmth of my own touch is all I feel,
As I walk through this tunnel.

Anticipating the last of my steps,
The last of my thoughts,
The last of my pains,
At the end of this tunnel.

The quiet song of release rings in my head,
The scent of clean air fills my nostrils,
The touch of summer air surrounds me,
At the end of this tunnel.

Finally, the light disappears,
And all I see is darkness,
All I hear is my breathing,
All I feel is the grip of cold.

Once again I have been fooled,
Fooled by my desire to escape,
Escape from this world,
Where weakness is not tolerated.

I now stand at the end,
End of the road,
End of the tunnel,
End of me.



 
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