Hangman's Tree

Depression wears a black hood and carries a long rope. It takes root and grows into a tree we can hang ourselves from.

 

Feel the sudden breeze
Gotta get this rain to thunder
Dying on the leaves
Never feel the change you're under
The rope begins to moan
From the sudden weight it's under
Burdened to the bone
Swinging from the pain you suffer
Slip around your throat
Gonna raise you high for that last salute
Demons to invoke
Gonna rip your soul right off your back
Now do you feel the breeze
Drop you to your praying knees

You wanna swing with me?
Then get in line for the Hangman's Tree

 

The End

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