Rushing back… I wish it was in grey…
But I see the piercing blue
Of accusing eyes,
The scarlet remains of life
And I am next

I cried out to the Fates
But it is written in the stars
So I had given up hope of time
My body was subdued
My movements graceful and dignified

I asscended the stairs
My face ashen and calm
Seeming oblivious to the shouts
Of dirty men and whores

This rope is a jeweled necklace
These planks, a golden stage
Until the moment I fall…

Slowly now, I see myself
Hanging in the air for an instant
Then the quick descent…