This was the song that I was listening to the last time I tried to commit suicide. I won't get into details, but basically I had crossed the Rubicon - I was a mouse, backed into a corner by a cat named Regret, and at that final measure I turned and bared my fangs at all that would oppose me - what I would become, the waste my life would be - in order to make good my most final decision. Though fortune may guide the fools - and thus the yearning for conscience of something or nothing after death does make cowards of us all - I wished nothing more to be free from everything. Free from the world, from those around me, and most importantly, from my own self and the hatred for myself I fight to keep still even today.
This was the song that I was listening to the last time I tried to commit suicide. I won't get into details, but basically I had crossed the Rubicon - I was a mouse, backed into a corner by a cat named Regret, and at that final measure I turned and bared my fangs at all that would oppose me - what I would become, the waste my life would be - in order to make good my most final decision. Though fortune may guide the fools - and thus the yearning for conscience of something or nothing after death does make cowards of us all - I wished nothing more to be free from everything. Free from the world, from those around me, and most importantly, from my own self and the hatred for myself I fight to keep still even today.