He came for me late at night.
His scarlet eyes peering into my soul,
His words were sharp like knives.
They wounded me beyond repair,
But I tried to fight him.
Called him a devil, a liar, a dream,
But my struggle only made him stronger,
Then his icy hands then wrapped around my throat.
I could not breathe or even fight him.
He looked me in the eyes,
And I felt the cold hatred in my soul.
He told me I was worthless,
He told me I was useless.
He told me these awful things,
That I had once thought about myself.
Then, he told me I should die.
He said if I didn’t he would return,
And he did.
For weeks he came and tortured me.
For weeks I couldn’t bare to sleep.
For weeks I hated him,
But then he stopped torturing me.
And suddenly I was free.
His grip was no longer cold,
His words no longer stung.
He no longer had control of me.
I don’t know who he is or what he was,
But I did know that he was gone.
I don’t know why he left,
I’m just glad he’s gone.
Because now my mind is free,
And I can sleep peacefully.

The rope sits tightly around my neck,
Its weight heavy on my shoulders.
I can feel its pull from behind,
It draws me to the dismal gallows.
They all say everything’s okay.
They tell me how it will pass.
Yet the gallows rope pulls me closer,
And its grip is only tightening.
Every now and then I feel it slip.
I take a step forward, towards freedom.
But the rope regains and pulls again.
The rope whispers in my ear.
It tells me of the pain that will end,
If I concede and let it win.
But I resist and fight its sweet entice.
They say it will all pass,
But it hasn’t passed yet so I must fight.
The rope just pulls, and pulls, and pulls.
I cannot succumb so all I do is resist.
All I do is fight, fight, fight.