I lay each night
holding the rope inside my mind
using darkness to push it aside
it is but one that ties me to life
it is but one that gives me the why
but still I feel the fibers of the rope
as it twists in my mind
I feel the coarseness against my throat
the tightening of my windpipe being closed
I feel the release and the letting go
but then I see the eyes of the one I will leave alone
so I fall asleep, I get up and I just go