Hanging just over the surface of this water,
The gallows they call,
For deep within irks an uncertainty,
To be void of this compassion,
One that drove itself off the pier,
And upon the wire it all hung,
Ready to embrace that which was unwilling,
To let go,
To release all tethers that bind this soul,
The consuming feeling of never knowing,
To attain the closure,
And be released back into the gallows,
Where all living things may lay in wait,
Until they are called upon once more,
To an unforeseen future,
All in hope of never needed to be strung along,
Steadfast for an emotion thought interrupted
