Standing in the door,
A noose hanging in its place,
Like a picture on the wall.
I wrap your tight rope around my neck.
Now how should I go about this?
Asphyxiation is my friend,
But I'm always willing to try something new.
I grab the chair we sed to sit on,
As I gather the courage to kick it away.
They are screaming in my head,
'WHAT DO YOU WANT?'
'WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?'
I start to curse as the Sun goes down, waiting for my chance,
But then as I begin to lose Faith,
The thought of you pushes me off the chair...
And leaves me hanging in my little, lifeless shell of a body.
I am my own Gallow.
