The pain breaks down my hope
Smothering the flickering dream
Until all I see is a dangling rope
Thirteen wrappings and all they mean
The silence cries out in affirmation
The dark illuminates my fears
Just another moment’s hesitation
Then the chair is lost, the end is near
Swing, swing, and ring around the rosy!
I cannot seem to draw a breath
Perhaps now they’ll bring me posies
I smile as I slip away to death
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