This Man Would Be My Downfall,
not directly but the cause.
He's the reason I sit here,
bound, gagged and waiting to die.
His stubbornness will be
the noose that tightens around my neck.
The axe that severs my head from my body.
The hail of bullets shot by five men.
The gas that fills my lungs
and the poison injected into my veins.
It's him that should be the one
bound and gagged waiting to die.
And I hope the guilt upon his mistake
haunts his dreams.
But I don't know that now,
that my impending doom
is soon to come
creeping up slowly behind me.