Dangling from a rope that's tied to your ankle
Over a deep dark pit
Made to swallow you whole

Dangling from a rope in the town square
You're rung like a bell
All gather there

Dangling from a rope that's a little bit too tight
But loose so you don't disturb
When you shift at night

Dangling from a rope that you tied yourself
Over a deep dark pit
That leads surely to hell

You tied it in such a way
That they'd need to free you
Cause there's nothing to grab
Nothing to hold on to

You tied it in such a way
That you'd die if you cut it
As you remember the knife
You hid in your pocket

Maybe it was your once father's, your mother's
Maybe a gift from uncle, or long lost brother
Maybe you made it yourself for times of strife
But it's intentions were not to take your life

As you reach for the knife
Deep in your pocket
You happen to fumble
It falls, you've lost it

It hits the bottom with a subtle splash
As you turn to your arm
And discover a gash
A cut so deep it's dark as the hole
A cut so fresh, against the old of the stone
A cut so real, yet it feels like a dream
As you reach to untie, a blade to retrieve

Your decent begins
They watch you fall
Tears run from your face
As you escape it all
You reach the bottom
Expecting a dead black
But enter new depths
as you land with a splash

Deep under water
You fear you may drown
This fear gives you life
As life drags you down

You want to escape
But not in this way
You search in the deep
For your hope, your blade

As cold metal touches bloodstained hand
That wraps around it, with intentions so grand

As you raise the blade
And scream out your fate
The people gather around
To shame and berate

Buckets full
Of more of the stuff
Water meets water
Never enough

With a way to take yourself out
In depths so cold
To slow, you'll drown
That's as I've been told

Cut yourself open
Or embrace fatigue
Leave your suffering now
Or grow old and weak

How do you die
It's as fate said:
It's fall onto your deathbed
Or fall to your own head