Let me go and don't say a word
Loose it up my nerve hurts
Abadon me this is my third

My survival instinct kicks in, do i dare?
Why is it so hard to die? It's not fair
My neck is tangled and i grasp for air

A rope and a hole that fits just fine
I already forgot my thoughts during the last line

Confused i reach for the chair with my feet
I have lost hope, but not my will to live

Words Of Harfouchism