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The Hangman

Altered_Soul9

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I stand on this barrel of hate.
Rocking it to and fro.
Hoping the noose will hold this time,
But it never does.
You stare at me and smile.
And I know you wish you could help.

The barrel falls and the noose tightens.
My eyes bulge
My neck strains to let go.
But the noose wont allow.
Its grip is too tight this time,
It seems as if it might hold.

But once again the weight of my life snaps it.
I fall to the bottom of an endless pit.
The fall has broken my back,
But my strength allows me to stand.
I stare up into the black abyss.
I see nothing but the broken string of hate above me.
The circular feeling falls besides me.

I pick it up and realize.
There was nothing there to hold me up.
I held myself up with my own feelings.
I held myself up with my own hate.
.....

The barrel crashes upon the Hangmans head...
 
i always feel like you're taking your words right out of my mind. and then putting them together to form the sentences that explain what the hell it is i'm feeling or thinking.
 
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