“Suicide”

Push back the ropes that come to hang you
Try to fend them off
Or allow them to bind you still
Spit out blood
Cough up the red wine
Watch it bleed from your very veins
Glance at the grinning blade that severs the pulse
If only you could turn back time
Then maybe the ropes wouldn’t have hung you
And the blade wouldn’t have made you bleed…