Hangman Poem by Daniel Bowyer

Standing on the gallows
You watch me now
Your nouse warms my neck
The wind blows past by me
And the people just stare at my downfall
I can't hear a word
Some are bowing
But more are spitting
I see my creator crying
The sky is black
So i'm home for then
Shut your twisted mouths
Everything i thought was there
Is suddenly gone
That sinking feeling
And i never hit the floor

Lost soul perhaps
Swinging in the breeze
Cut him down
And close his eyes