Hung, Drawn, And Quartered

Cries of laughter beneath meAs I hang by my neckChoking on a ropeTill I'm near deathSuffocating rapidlyIt's my last breathCut to the groundAnd stabbed in the chestHung, Drawn and QuarteredBloods then drained outIn a gory waySpilling out memoriesThe soil turns redSucked through my torsoAnd ripped apartSevered into quartersRigor-mortis sets in