There is something else that I have to say,
on the brink of insanity my mind is astray.
Wilted and torn, worn and untold,
my heart wasting away, growing cold.
You rip me apart, shredding my soul,
is this what you want, your ultimate goal?
One rope, one hope, to hang my distress,
the last image I’ll have is that satin black dress,
the night in the tower, the full moon hung high,
the hemp clings to my neck just after I sigh,
a gasp of fresh air the last physical embrace,
my legs kick and they twitch, just picture my face!
An expression, lost hope, derived from deception,
lifeless to follow, a harmonious perfection.
Leaving this life but not fading into oblivion,
my memory will haunt you forever, a constant intrusion.
Maybe you’ll grieve with depression and pain,
undoubtedly you’ll join me forever and regret throwing our love down the drain.
