Hangman
I had a smoke
and felt
so suicidal.
I wanted my licence
to life
to be revoked.
To simply feel
the pressures of life
take the shape
of a
perfectly shaped noose
so I could
take a leap
into the
gaping hole
of my heart
and never land
on the ground.
For everybody
to see
my tangling feet
move
to a motionless beat
as I play
the role of a dead man
in the game
of Hangman.
I hope to rekindle
my spirit
with my body
in the afterlife.
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