How soon is now

You're like a loose rope,
hanging round my throat,
my ray of hope,
the only way to cope.

you can stop the pain,
or start it again,
and either way,
for both I'll have to wait.

How soon is Now?

If you're god,
the rope's a golden gate,
my escape,
and I'm trying hard to stay awake,
too many things to take,
before I will brake.
This is my life,
and by me that's fine,
because tonight,
I'm placing it in your hands alright?
too many battles to fight,
and I can't do anything right.

How soon is Now?

you're the blade of a knife,
on which I place my life,
waiting for the time,
when it slips down either side.

you can stop the pain,
or start it again,
and either way,
for both I'll have to wait.

How soon is Now?