En cours de chargement...
I lay each nightholding the rope inside my mindusing darkness to push it asideit is but one that ties me to lifeit is but one that gives me the whybut still I feel the fibers of the ropeas it twists in my mindI feel the coarseness against my throatthe tightening of my windpipe being closedI feel the release and the letting gobut then I see the eyes of the one I will leave aloneso I fall asleep, I get up and I just go
