I think of a word and then write it
Out, the rope is now thrown up and
Over placed just right. I write one
More, the noose is nicely tightened
Up just right.

A word comes to mind, a thought
Made on paper, can I guess what
Will happen next.

So many words writtern, things
I have done, to make this right? first
Was the rope, the noose tightened
Just right. A word on paper the rope
Drawn to that which will hold it tight.

Words have been written, the time
Is quickly Running out, as the last
One is on paper my time has run out.

The hang man is finished, the note  
Written out. Where once their
Was panic and movement, I am the
Hang man silent and still the noose
Drawn tightly no air to escape  in or out.

 Peace now resides on this still calm
Face, as I am waiting to be  found with
My note explaining everything  neatly
Written out.