The rope

I thought you hold my hope
But in your hand was a rope
Which coiled around my neck
And I dropped down wreck

Pictures in my head are not mine
I had been waiting for a sign
Disappointment gave colours to the lies
Black stain streams from your eyes

You dragged my soul along
In ears echoing a song
Your name was repeating so sweetly on my tongue
My heart stopped beating; however, it was young

I thought you are my hope
But you were the rope
Which coiled around my neck
And I dropped down dead.