At the end of my fope

A selfish pact, deceit in fact is a cowardly act

Strand by strand it weaves a band that entangles foot and hand

With each lie, the harder I try, the tighter the knot I tie

No end to be found, once one is bound, these cords can never be unwound

Each lie pled, a ghost of the dead, whose haunting coils can not be shed

I continue to grope, but I have no hope to remove this suicidal rope

When a tongue is loose, there is no use, it forms a hangman’s noose

My face turned red, honor a shred, my character dangling dead

Don’t be misled, a lie once said, may leave you hanging by a thread