Staring out of my cell window,
                                      bright blue sky,
                                       with a archipelagos of clouds.

                                        A noose hangs above me.

                                                      Inhale­.

                                               The air is crisp,
                                                tasting better than,
                                                any meal I've ever had.

                                                        Exh­ale.

                                                        I slip my head in,
                                                        the grip is tight,
                                                         like a cobra's grip.

                                                        Sl­owly losing consciousness.