Ropes

I hear the music,
I hear the sound,
I think about everything,
As I fall and hit the ground.

The tap of a foot,
The drop of a pen,
The squeaks of a mouse,
It's all beyond my ken.

I can't hear a thing,
Except one voice,
A small faint whisper,
I have no choice.

As I do what it says,
As I listen to it,
My stomach cringes,
As I have to slit.

I slit the ropes
That hold me down,
They hold me back,
They make me frown.

After they're slit,
I am free,
I grab the ropes,
And slide them off of me.

I breathe,
I live,
I think,
I survive.