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"Let me die before I wake" & "Death"
Every night, to this I pray: That I might die before I wake.
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Every night, to this I pray:
That I might die before I wake.
Every day is wrought with pain,
There's not much more than I can take.

For those who dare to live life near
This wretched beast of want and death,
Their every waking moment here
Brings torture, keeps away their rest.
For what is gained from useless fool?
Good profit never comes from me,
Perhaps, at best, maybe a tool,
A view of what should never be.

And of my own, my selfish lot,
What is the point in all of this?
I see my ends, the pain I've brought,
To fail, and yet remain as His?

Surely, He would understand,
That life ill lived is useless still
Even if guided by His hand;
That void of life may somehow fill
The hearts of those around my grave
With peace and joy, now free from pain,
Free from this curse that plagued this place,
As soon as they forget my name.

They claim they really care,
But still, I walk alone,
With only promised prayers,
I wander, without a home.
They stand by idly, watching
As solitude rips my heart
They're empty promises, mocking,
Each like a poison dart.
Or some are just plain silent,
Ignoring all my cries,
As death, so slow and violent
Takes place before their eyes.
They all scream loudly "Bleed it dry!
Come on now, don't delay!
Just hurry up and die,
And we'll be on our way!"

And so I wish to satisfy,
To lighten each their loads,
Even if it means them passing by
As I bleed out on the road.

So as I lay awake at night,
I pray, "Don't let me wake,
Somehow, if it would be alright,
Remove me, for their sake."
But since my Savior's sacrifice,
My life's not mine to use,
'Twas purchased at too great a price,
And His, not mine, to choose
If life or death is best for me,
He surely knows what's best,
But still I offer this dark plea,
That weighs within my breast:

PLEASE LET ME DIE BEFORE I WAKE
AND SAVE FROM GREATER HURT
THE WORLD, WHICH EVERY DAY, I BREAK.
PLEASE RETURN ME TO THE DIRT.
LIFE IS A WAR I CANNOT FIGHT
THAT I SIMPLY CANNOT BEAR.
PLEASE, LORD, LET THIS BE THE LAST NIGHT
I FALL ASLEEP IN TEARS.

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Daily I die, yet no one cares
Everyone seems so unaware
And worst of all, I bade it come
Taste sweet relief caress my tongue.
Here I bleed, my heart runs dry,
  to those who never really cared,
  Goodbye.
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