The Hanged Man Poem by tiyler durden

The Hanged Man



making my way up the long stairs
I hear the roar of the crowd as it gathers
I feel their eyes on me and their stares
Fear flows through my veins

I stand there on the trap door bound
The noose is placed around my neck
For an instant I hear no sound
and a hood over my head

I stand waiting to go to the pearly gates
Waiting for the trap door to seal my fate
I feel sick with fear
wishing I could be a home with my dear

Suddenly the door swings open
The noose tightens hard against my throat
My eyes bulge and almost pop open
I try to wriggle out of this but cant

suddenly I slow down my writing
My veins almost burst open
I try to breath but cannot as my throat is closed
I involuntarily defecate my clothes

The pain seers through my veins
I want to scratch through these reigns
Everything turns to black
I writhe a little more and arch my back

I hear things bursting
My neck makes a popping sound
A try to scream and shout
Then slip away into the blackness...

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