Garroting

Strangled by that rope
Being garroted by my own blood
Suffocared and choking with the rope against my throat
My mind says yes but my body says no
You see as my eyes start rolling back
And gurggling noises start coming from my mouth
I'd die for my people ... but not like this
Slow death is not worth the while
But I had no choice and so Im dying my slow death
Suffocating ...
Strangled by that rope.