The rope is ready,
All in place,
Soon I'll be gone,
Cuz now I'm fully ready,
No more pain,
Just absolutely nothing,
How long will it take?
Do we know?
The rope is in place,
I look at your face,
Kiss you goodbye,
I stand on the chair,
Place the rope around my neck,
Look towards you as you cry "No, please."
I mouth the words, "I'm sorry love, but it must be done..."
I blow you a kiss,
Look away,
Tighten the rope around my neck,
Step off the chair,
An hang myself,
The rope has done its job,
I'm gone....
The rope, set me free....
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My Dark Poems
PoetryTitle says it all. - They are not all dark, either. - And there is a few scary stories I found. Note: None of this is like, personal, or true, I convert my anger and depression into these poems. Some have meaning, others don't. Also there is a slig...
