Hangman

A small step up a stool

Everything seems alright

I am not trying to be cool

I just lost my will to fight

I put it around my neck and fasten it tight

My brain flashes glimpses of my crazy years

But no images can make things right

Too much pain, too many tears

I think about the good times down by the creek

I brush those memories away and kick the stool out from under my feet

The cord grasps my neck and I let out a cry

The moment is arriving where I will say goodbye

I feel the rope ripping into the skin around my neck

I have no more air in my lungs and I feel a burn in my chest

I want to make it stop but my destiny is set

I am a hanging dead man, who is now at rest.

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