Climbing down the rope

climbing down the rope till I find my end and then I can start just swinging like a noose, the world has found me and begins to close around me  cut me loose, if you dare now that I've become aware I'm not afraid to fall into bleakness It's not weakness just the strain and the constant, mocking pain so oblivion is what I would choose quit the ruse, I know the name of what is not spoken it's no game, just a shame if you want someone to blame point the finger at me it's no use and my heart is a mess of sin and righteousness so many days I just want to scream all the love that I'm feeling all the pain I'm concealing till the doleful bell's pealing telling the time for the Reaper. Mark Burton Sunday, December 11th, 3:33 P.M.