Seeking the truth, a shard of ice, cuts deep within my soul,
Happy eyes, a fragile disguise, mask a heart that's out of control.

My joy, a flickering flame, toyed with by an unseen hand,
Your lips may move, but all the same, your words are but shifting sand.

Here I come, death, with open arms, a friend cloaked in endless night,
Ease me from these searing alarms, and grant me solace in your light.