As I walk past that dark open door,
I do hear familiar sounds once more.
I must keep this date,
my last one with fate.
I took a life
over someone else’s wife.
So on I must go,
sun, rain or snow.
to meet the man with the rope
and say my last prayer of hope.
Now around my neck is a ring of steel 
like the dark door made of steel.
It steals away my breath
at this last moment of death.
And as the trap door snaps open, 
I fall into oblivion.
And at last I say, “good-bye.”