O Come Sweet Death

O come sweet Death.

Whose touch is never similar.

Whose face is not seen.

Whose sight is clear.

O come sweet Death.

The only constant.

And yet is always variable.

O come sweet Death.

Grant us the relief of pain.

Grant us the peace of mind.

Grant us the calm release of the soul.

O come sweet Death.

Give me the sweet release.

That which I yearn for.

For this life is no longer conducive.

A timeline of pain, suffering, and endless misery.

What have we done to earn such a thing?

O come, O come.

O come sweet Death.

Release us from this realm.

Save us from ourselves.

For the strength of life has faded.