my vocal cords burn as I gasp for air,

it looks at me and laughs with its cold stare.

it let me breathe with just one gasp

of its neck, I'd snap if I could just walk back.

but backwards is the direction I can't go

so as the noose tightens I'll let it take me slow 

it whispers the cruelty of death to my ear

I wonder if they know that that's what I want to hear. 

"Death is paradise", I whisper nice and slow 

its face turns purple and smacks me down with a blow. 

But the pain gives me the feeling of being alive

the tears make me feel like I could survive

but as it tightens it's the noose on my neck,

I let it take me with full respect.