The noose around my neck is tightening
Like a workman fixes
Their tie in the mirror come morning
Cm by Cm
It restricts my airflow
Until my thoughts swim, sluggish
Soon I won’t even need to lose my balance
To lose my life
-Kel Dayheart
By Kel Dayheart
The noose around my neck is tightening
Like a workman fixes
Their tie in the mirror come morning
Cm by Cm
It restricts my airflow
Until my thoughts swim, sluggish
Soon I won’t even need to lose my balance
To lose my life
-Kel Dayheart
Fragment of a Figment 
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