I'm in a room that has no doors

Nor windows, light, or hope

Nothing but a makeshift bed

That is a noose-tied rope

My breathing comes in tattered breath

The only thing with shape

A jagged, ragged tearing sound

That sings of no escape

My fingers burn against the rope

That speaks so soft to me

Lost in the room of my own mind

And Death will set me free

There's nothing left to hold me up

As my breath chokes and breaks

Feel free to come by death's room

We'll remove all your mistakes