with the tension from my ever present past the actions that pursued at last being human only made it worse ,life or death this could be a curse of a thousand noises there be only one knot .the noise a broken kneck makes is worse than thatt when someones shot .,the pain the vapour of the sweat as the gleam from the abrasion and the knotted noisy noose squeezes, the last jerk of the victim it amereses rendering the suicide in the bedroom the last thing ....Ronnie banko ever did ,. poor Ronnie ...alas it was his responsibility...that's the greatest thing about will power you can only take so much ....,.....ps this is only a poem .and your life is in your hands
©brathius
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