The same old constellations
Hanging in the sky

The same old noose
Beckoning tight

The squeeze
       The night
Flickering twinkles
         Up to my knife

My neck
Slides across the edge
As my breath dies
Spinning upside
In the galaxies head
I see stars kite

But I'm running out of time

      The end
Is nigh
In the blackened sky
Where the constellations
Hang their bright

The same old constellations
Used in navigation
Hang on the noose of life

These celestial bodies hang
As I dangle mine