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Shallow Feb 2018
Run freely again
Nevermore bound, with last breath
A necklace of rope
Everyone deserves to live their best life and to have the support of friends and family.  If you know anyone who is struggling to find themselves or is lost please get help. // Todos merecen vivir su mejor vida y contar con el apoyo de amigos y familiares. Si conoces a alguien que está luchandose por encontrarse o se pierde, busca ayuda.
dorian green Dec 2017
fate's meddling red noose has found me again
wrapped, warped me into your life
and i am far too light for my neck to snap
by my oh my do i choke and writhe

and i laugh with a mouth full of blood and bile
as i gasp for comic relief that will never come
i believed it might be different
lured in by the crimson rope's beating drum

the joke's on me
gallows humor of a certain sort
the punchline hits me in the gut
and i ***** on fate's high court

to be loved more than one can comprehend
to be loved but feel so empty
to be loved but feel so lonely
to be loved
to be loved

the joke's on me
Tehreem Nov 2016
YOU SUMMONED YOU BELLOWED ME INTO THE DARK
MY THOUSAND SUNS BURNED DAY AND NIGHT FOR YOU
YOU CALLED MY NAME REPEATEDLY TO DISINTEGRATE
ONE INSOLENT LOOK KILLED MY DEMONS UNREST
FROM YOU TO ME DISTANCE GREW INVECTIVE
YOU STOOD NEXT TO ME TO WATCH ME FALL
IN THOSE INERT SOLEMN EYES I STUMBLE
FLOWERS AND SUNSHINE HIDE BENEATH YOUR FEET
RESTRAINED YOU PUSHED ME TO GALLOWS
THERE I PERISHED INTO INCOMPLETE REBIRTH DEMISE
We have all the vultures and hounds around
Thirsty eyes are in search of some human
Coffins are taken away from bodies on ground
But where ever we go we see but just none

Brothers are cutting the brothers roots to benefit
All world has taken all deadly and dreadful shapes
Humanity has become shallow to play with writ
Man is to eat man as in winter the closed eyes apes

Human soul and heart have gone just to stray dogs
Every one wants to eat up the flesh of his fellows
Every one in his interest produce sounds like frogs
Every one due to sins remain throughout on  gallows

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I linger in the shadows
And in the darkest gallows
But in the sun I also reign
Unfortunately I bring your loved ones pain
But I am nothing to fear
I bring relive when I am near
To those that are terminally ill
Their fate already sealed
Even to those that are young
With still their life story to be sung
But the world had done them so wrong
That filled with agony they couldn't go on
I bring them release, from the human skin
That they have been imprisoned in
And some I touch without waring
Those receive great mourning
I am not God, nor the Devil like you've been told
I am the keeper of soul's, a creature of old
I am nothing to fear
When your end comes near
And your spirit's screams I hear
I'm the gate keeper
I am the Grim Reaper
Nico Reznick Jan 2016
If I somehow
***** this up, and die
in some stupid, boring, clichéed,
romantically tragic way
while I'm still sort of
young and
sort of attractive, and
you are, too,
I hope you
**** on my grave,
howl profanity at the couldn't-give-a-**** sky,
and curse me inside-out
for being
so derivative and
predictable.
For Mr Derek Devereaux Smith
Johnny Hunt Sep 2015
remain wept and kept,
go deaf
with
my little chime.

pass me your shoulder,
i’ll cry it out.
move boulders
and boil the tides.

grey gardens
and gallows.
wounded words
for the narrow;
hanging on lines.

move two steps
closer
and hear
this little chime of mine.
Parker Dec 2015
I stand before you
accused by some fool.
You call me a witch,
but I say you are foolish to agree.
I but a simple girl
I mean harm to no one.
You demand I confess to my sins of witchcraft
I'm firm when I look you the eye and tell you,
“ I cannot”.
I go three days and three nights
with only water and some stale bread
in the damp dark of the jail.
I almost fear my hunger has made me mad
when I see your face appear at my cell.
Though am weak,
I rise to greet your scornful face.
Again, you demand I confess.
You wish to make an example of me.
Yet again I look  you in the eye and reply;
“ I  cannot."
You storm out in anger raving about how I shall hang,
but I will not be tried for something I did not do.
I will not ruin my name for the games of the fool.
I stand at the gallows and you demand one last time my confession
A single tear rolls down my face as I look to the crowd gathered to see my end.
Standing tall, I whisper
“I cannot.”
s.s.
Dillon huey Sep 2015
I can hear the voices calling me to the gallows, and so speaks my soul.
Softly whispering my darkest secrets
for anyone listening close enough to hear.
Everything I've wanted to keep hidden from everyone, out in the open, hot summers air.
I hear the executioner walking as I wait to take my last breath and fall through the floor.
He reaches the platform, asks me to speak my final words.
Again I find words coming out of my mouth I'm not consciously speaking, everyone falls silent,
he pulls the lever, the floor drops, and my neck snaps.
I wake up from my disillusion only to find myself back where I started.
Searching.
Trapped in my head searching for an escape that is seemingly impossible to find.
No one can save me from this, surrounded by the demons that haunt my thoughts.
I have to overcome them, I have to overcome this.
I won't let them consume me.
I can only save myself.
It's time to remove this hollow mask, shed the shell of who I was and become who I know I need to be.
I've been searching for a savior for far too long,
I am what I've been searching for all this time.
I've been a slave to my demons, letting my conscious existence blur.
I'm taking back control,
until history repeats itself once more.
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