End of the tunnel

the end of the tunnel is what i seek
not for light, but pristine darkness
where everything is quiet, everything is still
without this heavy metal bonding my feet
without these burdens of strings attached
where i am sourrounded by me alone
where i will not have to utter a word
lest it carry venom
where i will not have to force a radiance
lest it be mistaken for cheer
from where on i will be a fading memory
my final resting place.

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