There is a hand
That grips my throat,
That ties the knot,
That pulls the rope.
And in the light
There is no sun,
There is no hope for anyone.
At the dawn this light comes down,
A shadow creeps across the ground.
It grabs the rope,
And holds it tight.
I take a breath and scream in fright.
There is no reason
I should fight,
This fight I cannot win...