Every Rope A Noose

Every rope a noose
In each knives' blade, a truth
Each day, greyer than before
Unwelcome life
Long in the tooth.

Colors, marred and queer
Ambitions disappear
The walls of shame are closing in
You're fading fast
You just can't breathe anymore.

Can you feel your skin yet turning cold
...or rigor mortis' stiffenings?

It's a dead life in this cold, dead world
So sink those rotten teeth right in
Let the disease within unfurl
Wrapped in silence, bittersweet
A trigger pull salvation: complete.

Each stifled morn, the last
Coin to ferryman— passed
A tasteless tongue wags from your mouth
By plight of life, crushed in its grasp.

Eyes of blind, blink not
Brought forth on earth to rot
Irreparably, they've damaged you
An empty shell
You just can't be anymore.

No one can hear your death knell, ringing cold
Embrace your own insignificance.

Pale skin feels paper thin
Weathered by erosive days
Raped of all of its innocence
Unending waves of self-disdain
Tormented
An existence in vain.

That weight which bends our spines
Inherit ancient strife
Struggling to stay alive as we anxiously deflate.

Sheer madness fills our veins
Hell beckons with flickering flames
From ‘neath headstone with no name
All that's left to be
Is dead... and free
Dead, and free from this pain!

Dead and cold!
Frozen stiff...