Finis-en avec moi, mon ange! (Finish me off, my angel!)

The world is dying, people are passing.
Or going elsewhere, to Hell.
I'm grieving, there's a pit before me,
There's nothing tangible that tastes good left.
​I'm about to take a dive.

Yet if I focus my faith on two things:
A will to live, and faith in other people's goodness,
I can carry on.

But...

I have no spirit right now for a religious life.
I only have this tightly bound leather,
Holding together some organs and blood, 
Trying to revive my stone heart.

I am bruised, I am broken, but soon
I may find some motivation
To come back from the dead,
From the stone grave located in my chest.
Pray for me!

I quit a show today I didn't totally come
To terms with until recently.
Am I on Stage?
I give up on inspiration -  if it will only leave me alone!
Inspiration sourced from others driving me down,
Down a long spiral staircase to the pit. 
I'm about to take a dive!

From whom does this sourced knowledge originate
​That is in my head?
While You ban torture, I am tortured by day.
Day - the time when the sun is supposed to shine brightly,
And for good cause.
Instead it reveals and reveals and reveals -
No privacy here!

So...

Depart from me, the One, You -
You who summons about frivolous tasks,
Stay gone from my head,
Lord make it so!
And Lord free me from my own thoughts too.
Hear my groans and grunts.

I miss my heart, I hate my mind,
All that seems left is some good lipstick,
And cheap beer.
That's all there is of value in Hell.
Sunshine - shine no more!
Instead leave me alone!
​
There is no glory in this work.
Finis-en avec moi, mon ange!
(Finish me off, my angel!)

Or...

Give me more courage.
Tomorrow is another day...
​[one tear finally rolling down cheek]
It's a broken Hallelujah!
​Amen!