Helplessness is what he feels. 

Around his neck is a loosened noose, adorning him. Nothing but black is visible to him, courtesy of the dark cloth-bag he stands wearing. His hands are tied tight, to his waist; he's immobile. 

From above this raised platform, he can hear the crowd below; crying impatiently for the lever to be pulled, for him to be hanged.

For him to be hanged. 

Tears cloud his eyes. This time, they can be seen by no one. 

In a split second, the executioner pulls the lever!

He falls.