As The Ropes Hang

These gallows are empty Plenty of souls dwell within Swelling it with pride and angst to show what it possesses But it’s infested by darkness Harnessing only loneliness and the souls it stole with its ropes Hopes hung, bodies swung Dreams withered and taken away You can hear necks break upon impact of the noose tightening and the sudden stop of slack After the break of the neck and the final fall You hear them all gasping for air They watch the people spectating, watching as they dangle life in front of their eyes Whilst they dangle death in front of theirs Legs straightening and stretching Trying to make contact with the Earth They know it won’t work Finally, desperation grips them by the throat and flails them uncontrollably Till their eyes fade to grey and the final exhale takes wind That will be me tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. My conscience remains stiff, yet swift like bricks in water Sitting in the waves of this rusted grass entices my memory of the charcoal fingers blistering my lips and the golden hips of that frail Sunday It would’ve gave way to the hope of greater possibilities Not now Not after this 6:00 a.m. is nigh as I’m taken to my final destination The desecration of my soul starts here As the ropes hang, I hear the anxious people laughing, conversing, carrying-on and waiting for the main event The cloth is removed from my head The noose is fixed and I feel the slipknot flush to my neck The chattering and the anxiousness of the people grows Finally, the man in blue is through with his egotistic power trip and releases the lever Plunging me into these dark and shallow gallows As soon as the rope cracks from no more slack Everyone is silent My violent flails and muffled wails of agony go untamed Everything is black and I suddenly feel a woman’s hands on my face and the most beautiful kiss I’ve ever experienced But it’s purged into nothingness, along with my soul, what I was and any sense of euphoria I’ve ever had or will ever experience Purgatory in these gallows won’t be so bad I’m glad I won’t be in Heaven nor Hell The main bell is rung for my death The exhale of my final breath takes me to join the others Brothers and sisters of the nylon and silk whips Trips me into the writhe Where my forever unrest will soon come alive