I write this for you
To tell you that I'm through
I write this to say
I can't live this way
I write to say I've reached the end
A letter I'll never send

I draw the curtains closed
Shutting down my window
Let no light expose
I drape the rope around
My neck I make no sound
Silent and resolute

I tie one end of the rope
To the last shred of hope
And I cast the other end
Toward the stars above
I seek solace in the shroud of sky
Climbing to the constellations
To throw myself from the highest star

The last vestige of hope
Hangs at the end of this rope
And there's no going back on this now

A silent vision outside my window
She beckons me
I climb to her open arms she dwells above the stars

The last vestige of hope
Choked at the end of this rope
And I'm leaving this all behind

Is she my mother?
My daughter?
The love I leave behind?
Is she my guardian angel?

She disrobes, shedding stars
Owls, bats and moths flow past me
And disappear in the ink of night

Fluttering garments like feathered wings
A single moth remains
Drawn to the glowing angel

Standing on a chair
Nothing makes sense
No more second chances
I reach out to her light
She wraps her cold arms around my neck
And pulls me to the abyss below