I pulled in the mahogany drawer
It's age withered it , it looked as if it had withstood a war

I managed to pry it open
But upon opening it came to wish it was still unopened
and would stay so for forever
I whispered to whomever

" what a strong peice of rope ."
Wishing deep down for some new found hope

None came  to arise
in this moment I wished to be wise
But I knew no such things would come from the skies
This was my demise

Oh how I wish not too
But I knew
As soon as I saw it
I knew it was my only way to become a spirit

So I don't hesitate
God this is messed up , but I can't think straight

And with my final sentence I departed this world forever
And whisper those last words to whomever

"  what a strong peice of rope, I'll put it to good use."
And that was it , that was enough I let go of all the abuse .