Noose

by Tony Tutone   Mar 18, 2005


Old shoe laces hung around my neck
dirty pants ripped shirt im a wreck
slowly make my very first noose
this time itll be put to good use
uncombed hair dirt under my nails
my cuts and wounds create my hell
bags under my eyes yellow finger tips
blood slowly falls from my lips
taken from my cold pale body
out rises my disembody
now im finally free
from all the hate
as you can see
this was my fate

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