The Rope Around My Neck

Its better to lie in empty hands
Rather than have them scarred and bruised
I'd rather hang from a ceiling
Than be constantly abused

But this noose around my neck
Stands no chance against my death
As tight as I may tie it
I'll never live my one last breath

Its enough to make me quiver
Enough to make me shake
But not enough to kill me
Or enough for the rope to break

So I squirm in agony and pain
Wishing for a death that just won't come
And this knot is tied too tight
It won't ever come undone

Infront of judges at the gate
The watchful eyes that stare
A light is lowly burning
But it's a mirage that isn't there

I feel my air run thinner
And I wish finally for some peace
But still, as I am dangling
I am not killed, and not released

My face is blue and fozen
I choke on lack of air
My lungs are closed and empty
But the audience sits and stares

An occasional giggle and laugh
As I suffer within this noose
I can't escape its grasp
And no one will set it loose

So I wiggle, and squirm, and plead
Close my eyes and wish for freedom
But there's no comfort in this rope
It's just a failed and tormented demon.