In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
A soul consumed by despair's swells.
'I wish for death,' the whisper cries,
'A respite from this endless guise.'

The world, a burden heavy to bear,
Its weight crushes, leaving naught but care.
Each passing day, a weary trudge,
A relentless march through life's cold smudge.

No solace found in earthly sphere,
No glimmer of hope to banish fear.
The spirit yearns for sweet release,
To find oblivion's...