Means to my End

There came a time 
When I can no longer see 
Darkness black and sublime 
Surrounding everything around me 

I was left empty and cold 
Trapped within my guarded walls 
With nothing to hold 
I stumble and fall 

The bitterness I tasted 
Reminded me of my hatred 
A trepidation I created 
Evidence of time wasted 

For this holds nothing for me 
No association made worth 
A moot point to the contrary 
My frankness I bring forth 

The rope I hold in my hands 
Waiting for the opportune moment 
Will you find where I stand 
Before everything goes silent