Its a noose


Don't assure yourself in justification.

For the river that flows beneath the seven bridges,

Blood tinged surface.

Will guide you one day.

Lest you fall in

Pray for a rope.

For thy who sinks to its depths,

There is no hope.

And if it's a noose,

The knight atop a black bull

Will hold your skull.



  • Author: \'JoeWolf, (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2018 09:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Keep on running boy.
  • Category: Forgiveness
  • Views: 24
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