1 September 2012
Beautiful and calm, Swings a necklace of rope. A cavity beneath, Ending of hope.
A loop for your head to fit, And tighten if to small. A crowd to approve of, With your name to call.
And it's now really stiff, It really really tight! Something about this necklace, Isn't at all right!
I signal to the guard, Loosen it please? He laughs a nasty laugh, Accompanied by the rustle of trees.
Suddenly the ground's gone, I'm hanging by the noose. My necklace of fatal rope, It needs to be loose!
I'm sobbing and hysterical, I'm screaming, crying. There's been a mistake, But it's too late... I'm dying.
The Hanging • Opuss № I