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They hang side by side for all to see. My past rots and becomes foul. They hang too high to cut down. No matter how many rocks i throw, I never get anywhere. I spend too much time in this gallows. Why do I stay in this forsaken place? I know all I have to do is leave... What is is about these corpses that tears me apart, And at the same time mesmerises me? I fear that soon I'll forget where the exit is, And I'll just wander about, feeling the walls And stumble in my weariness. ...pain might take my mind off my surroundings. |