Sanctuary in Tranquil Crookedness

I have live through the soul of a decaying youth.

Extensive fatigue incapacitating the body
constricting the mind, smothering creativity, clouding judgment
anxiety ruthlessly bombarding, scheming constantly, silent assassinations
age being meaningless, a nonessential numerical description
creaking, aching, weathered bones, fragile muscle and flesh hanging desperately
lay down in the ambient night
mind goes blank
body weighs heavy
countless days rush forth eagerly to slug with no remorse
drifting sluggishly into temporary dormancy
embracing the permanent release from the world
if not, how will I manage the remaining time?