Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Noose

I look on to this spectacle
This atrocity
With great remorse
For an awful mortal
Who hangs by his neck
From a noose fashioned
Fabricated for himself
By himself
A prisoner disturbed
Within himself
In the very corners of his mind
Trapped there for eternity
Never to be released
So he took an exit
The only available
And rode the boat
Across the Styx
And into the world beyond
Lost but not forgotten
As another is trapped
In the corners of their mind
By the man hanging
As he had been plagued
He shall continue this cycle
Trapping people never-ending
And for eternity
The bloodshed will continue

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