The Rope

The knot in my stomach has tied itself in a noose
And my repeating thought process tells me it's time to hang loose.
So I step and I fall and I flail.
A long drop and a sudden stop.
My lungs are forced to exhale.
Here I float with this rope around my throat!
The binding breaks. I fall to my knees and think:
Do I retie the rope?!
I aim to feel the difference between life and death.
I look up to the clock to see:
Is it time I take my own final breath?
I am nothing. I am nothing.
I am nothing but dead to you.
Do I Retie The Rope?!