Corruption:

The beauty of the darkness is overwhelming,

Stealing my breath away, suffocating (strangling).

The light no longer penetrates here.

I willingly plunged into this pit, sinking

I've fallen too far, no chance of resurfacing (rising).

The ones I've saved are unaware.

My only chance, his hand,

Reaching down and grasping mine (nullifying)

But, like him, I feel nothing.

"Grantors of dark disgrace,

You need not wake me again,"

But death is not sleep.

If I concentrate, I can control this, choose my target

If that target is "myself," what then?

Will you fight to bring me back?

The darkness is gathering, vision blurring

My blood is flowing (streaming)

"Rest, Chuuya," but death is not sleep.