The Cord around my Throat.
My blood drips onto the floor,
Is my life that much of a bore?
My life seeps through my hands,
Is it because I no longer laugh?
My life is a bleeding sore,
My life is a crisis-taking place.
My life leaves me on the floor,
My life leaves me with a broken face.
My heart is torn apart,
I no longer have a heart.
My life has been so short,
As I tighten the cord.
How many times must I pay?
How many times must I live this way?
How many times must I live another day?
This way?
The chair begins to wobble,
As I begin to tumble.
I slip of the this chair,
Is that fair?
The cord tightens around my throat,
as it cuts deep into my skin.
Now I have lost all hope.
as I will go to hell, for dying in sin.