Still it came passing by
  The pieces weaved together rose the sun
  And fooled me with another day
  The knocking message called for my life
  
  Sealed the spell of my scrawny body
  Soil to skin, my next of kin
  Damp air grasped, stole the words
  And greeted me with a hiss
  
  This is forgiveness, so I know
  Once I repent I seal the lid
  I slither for you and I'm dying
  I find trust in hate
  
  They wear white for me
  Seemingly jaded and lost
  I forge myself into your dreams
  And here I am your life
  
  Hangman, clutching at his tools
  I will come for you
  
  The noose is tied
  Murmur through the crowd
  Plunging into anywhere but here
  
  Cloak-captured sighs of relief
  As the primal touch brought me back
  And the last sight I did see is still here
  Beckoning right behind me