The knife’s in my hand.
The blood is all over...

I’m the next out of this dark hole
Years in the dark has taken its toll...

I’m forgetting,
Both my future and my past...

My final farewell
To my foremost friend...

(The purpose of life is to fight maturity.) the...
All through my life I’ve been fighting...

Go on. Leave.
You have no right to stay...

The piccolo’s tune dances upon what I was
The oddments of the room do not surprise me...

What time is there to dwell on this life?
For all that we gain is sorrow and strife...

Free my aching words and let me go
Too much agony within me...

A time will come when even the cats will pray
A time when diamonds are worthless...

Cats have sharp claws
Unlike dogs who have paws...

Don’t leave me again,
I can’t take it...