Hangman's void

Breathing in and breathing out not sure how this came about. The world is turning on its head. Some day soon I may be dead.

Emptying out into the gyre the little demons do conspire.

Whispering thoughts into my head. Assuring me I will be dead.

Tiny doubts they sprout and grow. Watered by the hatred down below.

Creeping vines on thoughts and shadows the sun shines bright upon the gallows.

In the void I tend to follow. As it sucks me dry and leaves me hollow.

Won’t you come with me my friend into a night that may not end. Walk amongst the ghouls and fire hear them chant as flames grows higher.

Ropes on ropes they twist and tangle. soon yes soon my feet will dangle.

In my bones I feel the chill the demons tell me to be still

an open house to their destruction. leading me in my dysfunction.

above the ground we sway and spin. dancing like a pendulum.

seeping deep beneath the skin the demons have my voice again.

are these my thoughts no mabye anothers beneath the soil ill still suffer.

they took my world through tricks and splendor

promised all but dirt they render, no spell to return there is no sender.

lingering thoughts upon the vanity, eating away at my sanity

I am a shell with nothing left. the demons hold my final breath

steps not mine they belong to another its my soul that will take the plunder.

there once was me but who am i, its is they who say hello. who watch me stumble from below

little voices echoing through the night no one hears and no one listen.

in my ears they sit and hiss in their hands they hold my bliss.

leaving thoughts upon my brain its long been clear i am insane.

the snake has worked its away around my neck into the gyre i take my step.

dropping down into the fire nothings left I have grown tired.

no more words to keep me standing the spell is done i am defeated

tiny demons no longer speak in my head they lay and sleep

darkness creeps from corners in, i am just a pendelum

hear me kreek and hear me stiffen.

in the wind i sway and sway and glisten

hear the chanting you can if you listen,

little whispers in your head assuring you youll soon be dead.

like all those who sit and follow. now its your turn to be hollow.

the voice smarts small but grows with the anger. its too late now your in danger.

the demons took you from your mangier. let the cycle serve its purpose

its just your life on the surface, in the end ill win again.

soon youll be a pendulum.

swaying in the wind like me, the priest will lie. youve never be free.

in the dirt youll continue to suffer, this world is hell not much could be rougher.