Hanged

Suffocated
I can't free myself from the ties,
the gibbet is prepared for me.
My neck aches,
the air doesn't come
to my lungs.
I pray that the rope tears
so that I can run away
go back to insanity
Images appear
while my neck breaks in two.
Walking on earth,
in alleys and lanes,
sheltering myself from
the shadow of illusion.
Dilated veins, tachycardia.
There's no attention,
the only thing left is to run away.
So I wake up,
Suffocated.
I can't free myself from the ties.
I take my last breath,
I pray that the rope doesn't tear.