If I had to choose, I would go back to the noose. To feel the blood To get rid of the crud. To see if I life ever I had, None I see, good to bad. Life I saw so unreal, Rolling into me like the teal. Of the curtains, draped, Raped and scraped. Away from everything, I know but to sing. A song of hate, A game of wait. I sit here to heal, For it is so unreal.