Her Final Words

Uncertainty beclouds my soul
Words are my only solace
I wish for a certainty on a whole
Of being victor of Falken by sadness' mace

Despair seeks an handshake
What to do, I know not
His cold hands should I take?
Lost these battles of sanity I've always fought

A restless mind always evokes fears
An acquiescence to my numerous weaknesses
Escaping to my utmost rears
As I bow to depression's superior forces

A solution I have this found
For of what use is this life
And if now by my tongue, I am bound
Yea, I shall be an acquaintance of the knife