And look now, as we stroll to the gallows,
How my harsh laughter suddenly mellows
And from a whimsical immunity
Turns into a hellish reality.
And as I know not of what will follow,
With eyes unclear and a gaze so hollow,
My mind turns into a cacophony
Of endless screams, that speak uncertainties.
And, with a tearful eye and a smile so grim,
I turn to this rope, that so final seems.
Smiling anxiously and suppressing a scream,
Forward, in obedience, my head I lean,
And turn to the roaring crowd, with a raised chin.
Knowing I lived, I grant them my final grin.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
And look now, as we stroll to the gallows,
How my harsh laughter suddenly mellows
And from a whimsical immunity
Turns into a hellish reality.
And as I know not of what will follow,
With eyes unclear and a gaze so hollow,
My mind turns into a cacophony
Of endless screams, that speak uncertainties.
And, with a tearful eye and a smile so grim,
I turn to this rope, that so final seems.
Smiling anxiously and suppressing a scream,
Forward, in obedience, my head I lean,
And turn to the roaring crowd, with a raised chin.
Knowing I lived, I grant them my final grin.
Originally written on 11th of September, 1E 2011.
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