SORRY for the delay but HERE is my new SINGLE "Francium"

Throat cut,
How do i speak my mind.
Words strapped down,
With a tie and bind.

As it leaks out of,
My dripping stitches.
The blood creeps out,
My dying wishes.

Will they be fulfilled,
Or will they be dropped.
As i turn my head,
All i hear is POP!

As the stitches break,
My brain pours all thouhts.
Like an opened book,
​How many pages? LOTS!