I feel the lingering
of the ropes,
around and and tightly,
like a lamb
to the slaughter.

I can't face this life
anymore,
Its a mid life crisis
where dissent
lies in my heart,
and I can't express...

Words get lost
to a flame,
of eyes that beckon.
You could never
understand.....

Its my skeletons
in the closet,
and the irony
is all their known
inside their own.

Let them be judged,
after they cast the stones.
but reality of heretical blame,
Better luck next time.....