The final verse of my dirge.

So is this all I have worked for,
Simply crashing down?
Everything I tried to abhor,
These feelings I tried to drown.
The habits of the past,
Have come back to stay.
I can see the light fading fast,
I can feel myself fading away.
The truth is that I am weak,
Not that I'd ever show it.
I had reached my peak,
Now there's nothing left but this pit.
I feel the pain coursing through,
Through my body and my mind.
There's nothing I can do,
But sit and bide my time.
Soon this work shall take,
I'll be only in your mind.
There's nothing left of me to break,
Only hate for you to find.
This is what some call the end,
This is what I call relief.
At least I'll be but a free godsend,
No matter what your belief.
I won't let it claim my soul,
I've blocked them out of my head.
Through this desecration I shall crawl,
Until it leaves me dead.
Tell me what you'd do if I left,
If I was simply to go.
Would you feel bereft,
After watching the blood pour?
From the cold flesh that was,
Was the vessel I used to dwell.
Would you mourn the loss,
Would it matter If I fell.
For I am finally done,
My body it is purged.
I've lived out my run,
This is the final verse of my dirge.