04/09/16 - Hangman's Chair

I’m cold and I’m sweating

Well I think it’s done

I guess it was written since I fell in love with the straw

On the concrete I’m laying

I feel like a dog

I’m shaking and trying to stay awake one minute more

The faces around me stared (at)

My and my shame

It’s OK, I’ll take all the blame

Their words fade away

I can’t even understand

All turns blurry, all is pain

It’creeping along on my stone

Alone to atone for what I’ve done

In this white room I’m losing all what I am

Thinking of mother and friends

WilI ever see them again?

Surrounded by noises of machines and men

Their needles piercing my veins

I’m trying to breathe but in vain

That’s the way I will let you down

How will you remember me tomorrow?

It’creeping along on my stone

Alone to atone for what I’ve done