Rope Swinging
Rope swinging up so high.
Now's the time I will die.
I step onto this chair.
Finally ending this nightmare.
I grab the noose.
Make sure it's not too loose.
Tears are falling.
All my hopes are quickly dying.
It's around my neck.
I make one final check.
Note in place.
Scribbled in a hurried pace.
Then there's a knock at the door.
The screams say, "open this door!"
I jumped.
The chair bumped.
Quickly loosing air.
Then to my despair...
In you came.
But I already ended the game.
To your knees you fell.
As I slowly drifted off to hell.
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