Thou ist twisting,
thy body gently swaying
in the breeze,
dangled like a ghastly
christmas ornament,
upon yon yuletime gallows,
thee hast shirked commodity
known as common sense,
placed the noose
upon thy neck,
tied thy own knot around
with blinded eyes,
your guide, sightless
eyes of thine,
ye sought the light
blind, sympathy ye
shan't find,
ye twist and sway,
ye've hanged this day,
yourself and thrice a life,
besmirched now twice divine,
yet ye enjoy,
the swaying lilting twist,
as rope burns and
digs your flesh,
chokes away thy patient breath,
squeezes life from bloodless
lips, flutters eyelids quite sublime,
and yet ye grin and
grin, as if content
to commit thyself
upon the field of bones,
consecrated decision
to justify occurence,
thy life a riddle ye don't want,
seek the sanity once sought,
try to break free of the lie,
but in thy struggle timeless,
all you really do is die.