The Mess You Made

How beautiful this rope,
Rapped around my neck,
Soon my door will open,
And you will see this mess,
I'll see your face in horror,
As you walk across my floor, calling out my name,
But I will not respond,
For I am unwilling and unable,
And as this ceiling holds me up,
You may think this is a dream,
You will hide your self in shame,
Of this beautiful mess you made.