Noosed by a rope
Soaked in sorrow
The chair kicked from under me
My breath bleeds
My lungs fail
My legs kick against my will
The rope slices against my skin
The sorrow breaks my will
My thoughts turn to ashes
My voice beomces shrill
As empty sounds replace my breath
I face my executioner
Her face is warm but a heart of stone
She weeps in sadness and bloodthirsty moans
Grey-out sets in
I let go quitely
She mourns and delights
She whimpers in ecstacy
The slipknot is cut
My body is dragged
All hope is lost
My hope is lost
