Virginia Woolf

February 4, 2013
Virginia Woolf is at the door
Knocks, but they can't be heard
She peers through the windows
Someones hiding, someones scared

She brings the bloodshed to the village
She delivers the message and carefully bridges
She stares and gives an essence of death
I'm afraid of Virginia Woolf, I don't want to see her

Only the fearless laugh to her face
The merciless ones in town
Only the ones with strong hearts
Have the mind to break her down

I'm afraid of Virginia Woolf
At night and in the morning
But i see her knock my door
I feel her storming

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