Cut of the rope !

In a gloomy room
with cracked walls,
a rope hangs
from the ceiling.

Crossing the door,
here comes the man.
Into darkness,
he stands at the miror.

Skeletons are dancing
the dance of death,
a gruesome air
invades the place.

With bulging eyes
he looks himself,
his pity face,
his glassy-stare.

To toll the knell
To toll the knell

He stepps up on the chair,
places the noose about his neck.

To toll the knell
To toll the knell

He pulls it tight,
tugges on the knot.

To toll the knell
To toll the knell

He knocks over the chair,
fells into space.

His body jerks,
kicking the air.

Cut of the rope !
Untie the knot !

A.S