Like the Liquor Bottles On My Shelf

3 - End of the Rope

the sky is clear,
the moon presents
itself to me.
i'm standing here,
the moment's tense,
will this really
set me free?
a spark of hope
now soothes my mind,
but it runs away
when i close my eyes.
an empty heart, empty soul
all held up high
by this branch and rope.
with this tension,
i sense relief.
i taste escape.
the moment's brief.
and then it's over,
the branch is strained.
i've been denied,
i must remain.
stared death in her eyes,
she mocked my pain!