The slide of silver Freedom,
Curving around the flesh
Of my sweaty neck...
I can almost feel it,
Cutting...
Layer after layer.
Hug of the irritable rope,
Quick stop, with a sudden drop.
The fear of what tomorrow brings,
Breaks even the strongest of men,
Even the funniest of men,
And yes, even the most popular of men.
They hope they find freedom in their choice.
I don't actually know the sting,
But I know the pain.
The pain of having joy stripped from you.
I've seen myself die before
God and Lucifer,
Friends and enemies.
Taking bets,
I've won
...