Vital - Anacrusis

The gentle embrace of death

Touches my weary soul

I’m closer to the end now

Enough despair!

I’m whole!

Destined to make

The right choice

My existence

A constant struggle

Soon I will at last be free

Of my chemical burden

My consciousness is raised

Without society’s poison

Destined to make

The right choice

I exist but

I have to feel vital

Helpless, abandoned, relentless attack

Realize my dreams, I can’t turn back

Always doubting yet indecisive

Meandering convictions become so pensive

Part of me wants to live

I grope for a reason

Yet I’ll be granted solace

Seeming serene… open

Destined to make

The right choice

I exist but

I have to feel vital