When i was a-hanging i got your text,
I realised i could help others,
But i struggled,
I was a-hanging and I,
Couldn't get the noose off,
From around my neck,
I got my wish,
Then i realised,
I meant something to someone,
And that someone,
Meant something to me,
So i writhed and i twisted,
Trying to get it off,
It was stuck it stayed,
I thought it was too late,
I must die some other way,
My vision blurred,
And clouded to my world,
I saw Viero standing there,
He cried,
"Not yet" he said "not yet",
Through an unordinary circumstance,
I survived,
I heard a slash,
The rope had been cut,
What by?
Was it cut by my visions?
Or is Viero real?
Was he protecting me all of this time?
Too many questions left unanswered,
Too many marks left upon my neck,
I still want to die,
But not as much so,
I'd rather quick and painless,
Then torturing so slow,
When i was a-hanging i got your text,
And now i live to tell the tale. |
