Where are all the voices in my head
that are supposed to show me what to do?

I am alive and well
but romance is adeu

Holiness to the LORD
along with strength ascribed

At the end of my border
and I can see the stationed tide

Rightness meant coming in time
but I am alone
and I can no longer plea bargain this crime

My volition alarms me
because I have already arced this ground

Something has rescued me I know
but joy is no longer in this tribulation
bringing depth in my finds

exasperate the futility
and gain by the blood thirsty's dime

But I have killed all of my enemies
and now there is left only to remind

The limitation of this body
has met it's line

There is nothing that I can say or do
that I haven't already signed

Life
a farewell chorus unto the magistrate
the mother of being kind

I am alone and well
and not even depression can hold me
because there is no circumstance for it to mind

Alone and gone
I give this sign
before I am gone
there is nothing else I would like to do
except...climb