punkpixie
05/09/05, 11:23 AM
He pulled at the noose, he pulled at the cord,
He looked at the birds; so gentle and bored
Swelling and swelling, till they reached the top
‘Help them’ he cried, ‘please tell them to stop….’
In his last few moments a great concern
For everyone and everything that awaited his turn
Death now approaches, speedy and quick
And he holds on and holds, while his stomach feels sick
The woman now sees him, and he only hopes this:
That she’ll come to him swiftly and give him a kiss
Here comes the black hood, here comes the strife;
The changing and wishing, he’d lived his life;
Better than this and with more honesty its true
But no one feels guilty for what they will do
The wood is worn and knows its place
To cleanse the scum from the human race
And leave a hole where the feet should be
Struggling and struggling, it’s only me
As I watch from the crowd I feel no guilt
To my flowers I lie and slowly they wilt
The black does not know, its got the wrong one
When morning brings heaven, I shall be gone.
He looked at the birds; so gentle and bored
Swelling and swelling, till they reached the top
‘Help them’ he cried, ‘please tell them to stop….’
In his last few moments a great concern
For everyone and everything that awaited his turn
Death now approaches, speedy and quick
And he holds on and holds, while his stomach feels sick
The woman now sees him, and he only hopes this:
That she’ll come to him swiftly and give him a kiss
Here comes the black hood, here comes the strife;
The changing and wishing, he’d lived his life;
Better than this and with more honesty its true
But no one feels guilty for what they will do
The wood is worn and knows its place
To cleanse the scum from the human race
And leave a hole where the feet should be
Struggling and struggling, it’s only me
As I watch from the crowd I feel no guilt
To my flowers I lie and slowly they wilt
The black does not know, its got the wrong one
When morning brings heaven, I shall be gone.