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I'll Leave You (Hanging)



Purpled hollows and aching hands,
Hair hanging in limp strands,
Lips open yet without breath,
A stunning caricature of death.

Rope burning red on porcelain skin,
Eerie glow and eerily thin,
Dancing in the stale air,
Face grey, no longer fair.

Flying but no wings,
As the crow sings,
Swinging like a pendant,
A losing defendant.

"Get a life" you said,
But I was already dead,
"Don't die" you'll cry,
As the rope helps me fly.

Alone for far too long,
We both know I'm not that strong,
Remembered or forgotten, it's up to you,
But know that this is because of all you do.





A/N: I hope that this is alright and please tell me what you think/how to improve! :)