Tuesday, May 26, 2015

the noose

The noose grips it
The lies of struggling hold
Dangling in the air
The scavengers camp out

The wind tapping it
Swaying it across the pit
The whirring cry of triumph
If only it breaks

The lies spoken
Then the amendment to the lies
It holds no water
It is the broken hold

The party in the loop
It gets entangled in the fence
Eyes red of tears
As the scavengers wait

The red moon hits the red lights
Slowly the darkness engulf in the loop
Spreading its web of catching souls
The noose grips it


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