Still it came passing by

The pieces weaved together rose the sun

And fooled me with another day

The knocking message called for my life



Sealed the spell of my scrawny body

Soil to skin, my next of kin

Damp air grasped, stole the words

And greeted me with a hiss



This is forgiveness, so I know

Once I repent I seal the lid

I slither for you, and I'm dying

I find trust in hate



They wear white for me

Seemingly jaded and lost

I forge myself into your dreams

And here I am your life



Hangman clutching at his tools

I will come for you



The noose is tied

Murmur through the crowd

Plunging into anywhere but here



Cloak captured sighs of relief

As the primal touch brought me back

And the last thing I did see is still here

Beckoning right behind me