These Words Scream

The scarlet string

I take a shaky breath
As I stand on the edge of the cliff
The cliff of my end, my death
Is this the end? I ask. I doubt it

Pull it
Pull he scarlet string
The bloody string that will glint
With the light of the morning
As I hang I think
With disdain, the bloody string
Made me forget my name

I take a step further as the man
Takes a step closer in
I gasp in pain and
I think
To myself in the dirt and sand
Is this the end? I doubt it

Sever it
Sever the string tied on my neck
Have an ax cut the throat of the victim with it
Have the blood sputter out and watch it paint the ground black
In those last moments I think in the desperate shade of a dying pit
In the end it came down to that string that hung from my severed neck
Again that bloody string ended it

As I am pushed
I feel the breeze greet me on my dying day oh how I pity and envy it
They forced me down and shushed
My cries and shout my hatred and my disdain
My final words were angered and hushed
"Is this the end? I doubt it"

Touch it
Touch the killing string that marks the day I died
Feel it and it's smoothness for it
Will not last long and no shall not lie
In the moonlight I can feel the pit
Of despair wrapping around my feet and forcing thoughts of I
I myself touch the string and am forced to embrace it
And in the moonlight all that reflect is a bloody tear in a dead eye
In the end it came to this

I swallow the wine
Tasting it and it's beauty
I watch them with strange eyes as the done
In the silence of the purity
And then I choke and they watch me in the ballroom that isn't mine
I fall from the chair and sing of mutiny
And I asked with my last words " is this the end?"
Bit though I saw the beauty
Of the scene I had to doubt it

Do you see the string?
The string is tied around my neck right now
It is the scarlet and black and when you see it, your heart wrenches and wings
It is tied in a bow
On the side of my neck and the string ends are singed
If you see the string and watch it closely you can see it getting shorter as I draw low
And in the moonlight it finally catches aflame and dies as the morning birds sing
I felt the sting leave my neck as the moon reflected tears eyes and silently, stoically watched the show
And of course it all came down to this
And it ended with the bloody red string

So every time you think of this
You should know you started it
Every day, every hour, every moment something comes to this
It is because of what you did to us every fucking day
Every insult and "little" favor pulls upon this string
The next time you decide that you need a doll to pound or hurt for a happy ping inside
You should think of this and the string around your neck on every dying day
The next time you decide to tug maybe you should ask, "Is this the end?"
Because sometimes when you doubt it
You were wrong and they died