23 April 2012
That's it. I quit. All your targets have been hit.
You dropped your bombs on top of me, relentlessly, until there was nothing left of me.
It was all too hard for me to see, how you felt toward me exactly.
But it's over now, my curtain call, my final bow.... I will go on, just precisely how
I do not know but watch me go
Off into the great unknown, no path before me, all alone. No way, I've had shown. But still I'm going
Away from you, away from this, away from all this turbulence
And try to make some sense of this
Preposterousness that clouds my head
And blocks my view of all that lays outside of you. So here it is, my last adieu.
Goodbye, to you.
2 • Opuss № I