Nuse - Poem by Crimson Love
Take this rope, Tie the nuse,
Finally I'll be of use,
Im ready to take the leap,
I'm ready for my soul release,
I stand upon a chair you once sat in,
Never have I been close to becoming complete,
Finally I'm almost there, My journeys almost complete,
I slip the nuse around my burning neck,
For I can feel the pain even before the pain has begun,
I listen faintly to the birds and what the've sung,
I think of the past, that kept me on the run,
I take the leap, My souls at peace.
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