Why have you forsaken me,
To leave me hanging dead in that tree?
I followed you as one of your sheep
And gave to you my soul to keep.
Once you gave me a full and happy life,
Then you took it all away with a swipe of your knife.
Now I am here, to survive on my own,
Wasting away to nothing more than skin and bone.
I want my life back I say,
Not to wait another damn day!
Without it I am but a shell of my former self--
I dream to be me again, even without my former wealth.
And I know you who sits up above with a smile on your face--
If you were to grant me what I desire, I would return your grace.
But, you will not grant me this, because I seem fallen to you.
Yet, you know I would--you know my words to be true!
Again, I know this isn't so, as cried!
You leave me no other choice, but to commit your sanctum suicide.