I have nothing left to say
I’ve said everything on my mind
Years spent writing it all down
My life is meeting the end of its time
I have nowhere to go
I am well and truly alone
Those who know me resent me
I reap the harvest I have sown
I have what I wanted
The Hell I always knew I deserved
Yet this too is an empty thing
As is everything I have observed
There are pleasures left
Cakes I have yet to bake
Yet Tea-Time is just another fleeting fancy
So I am not afraid to go away
Even a short time on this Earth
Seems many lifetimes too long
My mind is leaving me
Everything is hazy and wrong