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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