Basement Game

The half-time bell is ringing,
I'm landing on my feet.
I cannot help but to be bold,
for I cannot be discreet.
And though you can't but see me,
know only this, if anything at all;
When they cut your turgid ropes,
it shall be to break your fall.

I smoke my innards barren,
to counter-act the ache.
I drink my spirit quiet,
to slow the rate my heart does break.

The half-time bell is ringing,
you're crashing to the ground.
I cannot help but shed a tear,
it was from your flesh they took their pound.
And though you cannot see me,
know this, if nothing else;
Now that I have severed your binding ropes,
I did it just to save myself.