Hangman's Doomsday

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Hangman's Doomsday

Moments tick as I lie forgotten in the sands of time,
The depths of despair can't mute the death bells' chime.
My life flashes in my head, like many desultory movies' reel,
The heavens' allure beckons me from this gratuitous ordeal.

Sunlightsplattered across my lonely darkened road,
Every sinned soul made the shadowed patterns that foretold:
The day isn't far when I yield whatever I made them pawn.
"Coerced!" I scream, the traffic lights said go on and on and on

Audacity is the only map for the this infernal ride,
Comrades' allure beguiles, but nothing here is bona fide.
The signboards at the crossroadschange never,
Obdurately hailing the trodden tracks forever.

Fear claws through, I was but a prop,
Blame the lull before the rope decides to drop.
Food for thought served, as the lie loomed:
Everything was more beautiful coz I was doomed.