Take me to your wooden gallows,
Let me be your death
And if I ever fail to love you
I will cease my breath
My loving grasp around your fingers
Hold me close, and then
With your noose around my collar
I feel safe again
My guillotine.

Give me back my wooden gallows,
Give me back my pain.
I used to walk among the living;
Another soul estranged.
And with my eyes, so wide in horror
I whispered, soft: “Amen.”
And though it hurts to say this, we will
Never love again.
My guillotine…