Rope scratching skin bruised, alabaster
Spider watches from spider crack in plaster
Respiration in bursts and sobs and
Whoever said this was the coward's way out?
Lashes long and sultry
Eyes look down at filthy floor
Black dress dying dress she wore
Leap of faith off of kitchen chair
Every last one of us will see you there

A treetop swaying
Evergreen playing in electric rumbling atmosphere
A broken heart
A broken neck
Strong hemp tightens the more we persevere
Cut her down
Wash the body
Scour the heart of its stains
Dig a grave and forget her
And bury her in her chains

A broken heart
A broken soul
A broken promise
An empty hole
Deep in the confines of the spirit
The center of the loop
Universal gloom
Cruelty in its multitude of guises
Every word is a thorn
Every thought shows its scorn
For the sanctity of life
With a cupful of sorrow poured over our eyes

Necklace worn by the Queens of Hell
And their Kings dressed in tatters
Royalty all who wore them in the frailty of life
Hard are the ways, some are not as dreadful
Long and lonely are the wanderings of others