Suspended by the weight of the world
and these 3 nails,
given away to the hopes and dreams and fear
silence fractured only by such sweet and stuttered breath.
'I'd still rather taste the blood in my mouth' he thinks, 'than your tears on my lips'.
Remember, against this even the gods fight violently in vain.
What chance could you have stood?
'The bodies not what we lack, and if I could do it all again, I'd do the same thing'
followed by a single breath
and then it's over.