Stranglehold

This time doesn't feel right,
It is not the same,
The hope of the night,
Still hasn't came.

This feeling has never amounted to much,
To no one does it bring bliss,
Nothing from me is worth such,
The heart without your kiss.

Love ties the heart,
In the shape of a noose,
Either it makes a start,
Or leaves it without use.

This rope is death and life,
Strength this rope may behold,
Cuts like a knife,
In this stranglehold.

But that is the weight that I carry,
Knowing my love isn't worth a sound,
It is the same weight that will be used to bury,
Me in the ground.