The homemade gallows sullen shadow climbs up my deserted wall
It swings ever so gently in the soft saddened breeze
No lights but one casts the massive shadow tall
Around my desperate throat this murderous rope is destined to be
Upon a crooked chair I stand
I slightly choke as I place the rope
Around my throat with my own hands
One, two, three
The chair goes out from beneath me
And the shadow on the wall shows the swinging,
The dangling,
Of the lifeless, worthless, me




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