Hangman
Hey Hangman
Wrapping thirteen times
The coils for my last binds
Put a little lime around that rope
So it burns before it snaps my spine

Hey Hangman
Hangman
Take my wife to ride
So was never my relief
And I'm sure she'll be happy I died

Hey Hangman
You , Hangman
I hope they pay you fine
Do you and God deliberate
Over whose plan and time

Hangman
Hey you Hangman
I hope you rot in Hell
It just takes one mistake
And you're as guilty as well

So Hangman
Oh Hangman
It may be my very last say
But I leave you no remorse
I'll see you on judgement day

The heart-shaped, red, hanging lights on our wall;
I see you in your full existence,
with all your pure skin,
all naked, with all your appeal.
The shiny, silky-smooth skin all bright and red;
I sense you, I touch you to devour
the deliciousness in you.
I come closer, dripping your body with my wet hair;
I **** in your honeycomb;
I taste the sweetness.
My honey, oh so sweet.
Your honey, oh, sweet honey—it’s one of a kind.
I drink it—all drunk with full pleasure, I feel total ecstasy.
Then I ride like a cowgirl to reach as far as I can be.
I hustle, I shake, I grind, I wind, I go deep
where there is only one path and only one way to be.
This road is an endless road; miles away it can lead.
It will be the road where you will find me,
and I will be riding on it endlessly!

Neither standing on any pillar;
Nor fastened with any rope;
But this world is hanging;
On delicate strings of hope.

He didn't even fight
Walking with his head straight up
As if not even afraid
Of the grim end awaiting him
By the end of a rope

The executioner offered his hand
To help him get up on the gallows
He agreed on the help of his killer
And directed to him his final words:

"Here, in my final sunset
I thank thee for helping
Don't worry about the rest
I'll go down myself"

I’m better at hiding

These tears I’ve been crying

This skin I’ve been slicing

My soul that is dying.

I’ve gotta keep lying

Gotta push you back

That way you won’t know

There’s a rope around my neck.

I’ll show you the ropes,
Step one: tie a noose

© Matthew Harlovic

There’s no “I” in noose but there’s one in noise

© Matthew Harlovic

I turned away,
and you were gone.
left me like the ending to a decent song
hanging in the silence.

I prayed away,
and you returned.
I guess just to see how bright I burned
In this hell you sent me to.