Hangman

Fade to black,

My mind goes blank.

Who's to thank?

It's dank,

In here,

And I'm propped on this chair,

But I don't care,

Because I don't fear,

What's after life.

The noose like knife,

Cuts just right,

To let me know if I dive,

That’s the end.

So how bout this man,

I'll continue to stand,

While you don't give a damn.

Save me?

Fuck the,

Let me bleed,

You disinterest I concede,

But I won't treat,

You like rotted meat,

Like stinky feet,

Or like the deceased.

I'm diseased,

And I'm being eased,

Into my insanity,

By your mass times gravity.

Blood flows,

And who knows,

When it will have chose,

To stop feeding the rose,

That blooms,

Inside me where it looms.

I fill with gloom,

And all I see is doom.

Ok the chair just cracked,

Crunch, chich, swack.