Wish you were here
Now there's only suffocating
Fear.
And I swallow the blood
That surrounds me.
And I don the hood
The final item I wear
Before being hung,
It's my life you've strung.
Hanging on to the end of the rope
Grasping
Clutching.
How I wish you were here
Engulfed in my sphere
In which no one can enter
Without my permission
And I need your admission
Before I can open up
But I know you can already read me like a book.
And the crimson ash
That falls from the fire I bleed.
Displaces the oxygen,
The oxygen I need.
A cold fire
With no smoke
A fire of hate
Of mocking
Of jokes.
Still killing me because I'm so weak
But it's not even here.
But I wish it was.
And maybe if you were here
You could save me,
You could come near.
You could cut the noose
Flick the switch,
Live or die
Only you must choose.
