I died in your arms that night.
Why didn’t I take a knife,
And cut you out of my life,
Like you cut me out of yours?
You tied the noose.
Fixed it to the rafters.
Placed it around my neck.
Kicked out the chair.
You grabbed the Glock.
Loaded the magazine.
Cocked the mechanism.
Turned the safety off.
You were my gallows.
As the rope held my hands.
You blinded me.
Asphyxiated me.
And now I see it’s you
Who is bad for me.
I was lost in the forest.
Now I see the wood through the trees.
I thought I loved you once
Nemo will be
My name
Forever more.
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