Every Rope a Noose

Every rope a noose
In each knives' blade, a truth
Each day, greyer than before
Unwelcome life—
Long in the tooth

Colors, marred and queer
Ambitions disappear
The walls of shame are closing in
You’re fading fast—
You just can’t breathe anymore

Can you feel your skin yet turning cold...
...or rigor mortis' stiffenings?

It’s a dead life in this cold, dead world
So sink those rotten teeth right in
Let the disease within unfurl
Wrapped in silence, bittersweet
A trigger pull salvation: complete

Each stifled morn, the last
Coin to ferryman— passed
A tasteless tongue wags from your mouth
By plight of life, crushed in its grasp

Eyes of blind, blink not
Brought forth on earth to rot
Irreparably, they’ve damaged you
An empty shell—
You just can’t be anymore

No one can hear your death knell, ringing cold
Embrace your own insignificance

Pale skin feels paper thin
Weathered by erosive days
Raped of all of its innocence
Unending waves of self-disdain
Tormented—
An existence in vain

That weight which bends our spines
Inherit ancient strife
Struggling to stay alive as we anxiously deflate

Sheer madness fills our veins
Hell beckons with flickering flames
From ‘neath headstone with no name
All that’s left to be—
Is dead... and free
Dead, and free from this— pain!

Dead and cold!

Frozen stiff...