Hanged by My Hand

Gnashing clouds of smoke

Cold-hearted broken choke

Consumes the world as it expands

Hanging in my throat

Acidic carcasses bloat

What can I do to escape or break this wretched place?

Plans made on their own accord

And they don't include me

In blind-eyes benign prophecy

Some gleaming future trope

I'd rather choke on rope

Than see the powers act like they're built on moral ground

Hanged by my hand

Hanged

A feral fever grows

Too vapid to dispose

Behind a poison smile

Decline in denial

Hanged

By my hand