I close my eyes,
but I still see.
Your open eyes,
watch down on me.
I block my ears,
but the ropes still creaking.
You scream my name,
even though you're not speaking.
Is this somehow my fault?
Should I cut you down?
Or sit in my own tears,
and continue to drown.
You've tried once before,
and you're trying again.
It's your choice to go,
so this is the end.
You said goodbye,
but I'd rather a kiss.
Years could pass by,
and I'd still savour this.
But in a letter,
was your last farewell.
You're leaving forever,
so I wish you well.
I'll leave you there hanging,
with your head to the side.
I'm not losing much,
You've already died.
