I struggle to remember,
Just when it fell from my grasp,
The moment it slipped away,
Becoming something of the past

Maybe the noose was always there,
Just never tight enough to feel,
Maybe it just sat there,
Waiting for it's grand reveal

But now it strains hard upon my neck,
Making me choke on every word,
Now I use my silent voice,
Even though it's begging to be heard

It kills me to speak loud and clear,
My body rises in rebellion,
And my mind complys wordlessly,
Terrified of heaven.