My Last Hours
I sit here hours upon hours.
the time just towers and towers,
I feel the life from within me draining, leaking, peeling away,
from my pumping heart.
The fact that I shall never live,
past this long dreary day,
brings hope to me,
No longer will anyone need to serve me,
against thier confused will.
I can sense from within that they hate it,
they hate me even though they refuse to show it.
They're afraid to come out,
afraid to tell me the truth.
So I have made the best choice
ever in my sorrow filled life.
For someone has to die so someone else can live,
Why not me?! I have no importance.
No importance in anyone's life besides pestering them.
So as the Bells of Richmond rang twelve,
I walked my final walk,
into the cool, crisp Thames,
relieving life of the pessimism that I brought to it.
Relieving my lovers of the weight
they had been carrying my whole life.
The weight of my... existance.
The weight of Mrs. Virginia Woolf.
the time just towers and towers,
I feel the life from within me draining, leaking, peeling away,
from my pumping heart.
The fact that I shall never live,
past this long dreary day,
brings hope to me,
No longer will anyone need to serve me,
against thier confused will.
I can sense from within that they hate it,
they hate me even though they refuse to show it.
They're afraid to come out,
afraid to tell me the truth.
So I have made the best choice
ever in my sorrow filled life.
For someone has to die so someone else can live,
Why not me?! I have no importance.
No importance in anyone's life besides pestering them.
So as the Bells of Richmond rang twelve,
I walked my final walk,
into the cool, crisp Thames,
relieving life of the pessimism that I brought to it.
Relieving my lovers of the weight
they had been carrying my whole life.
The weight of my... existance.
The weight of Mrs. Virginia Woolf.