Hang In

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The end comes.
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Awaits me is a long, thick noose.
I'm as useless as a dried up goose.

The chair I stand, so old and weak.
There's no one around left to speak.

Deep down I know this is right.
A perfect time on this very night.

No one around to stop me now.
The way it was meant anyhow.

The rope is wrapped around tight.
Feel the pressure with all its might.

One step is all it will take.
I'll be rotten as a piece of steak.

Back and forth I'm left dangling.
It was a perfect night for a hanging.

I air I breathe slowly fades.
I'm worth less than a jack of spades.

Every second my eyes start to close.
This is what it feels like I suppose.

All alone in this wretched room.
I am done, my heart goes boom.

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