The Oracle of death

She spoke crystalline truths about us, this

And I stared at the noose, rough , coarse

That would strangle my neck with intention

Using my own force , holding me in place...

My voice never followed rhythm, or parameters , still...

I want to define my stance, my inclination

Before the asphyxia will permit me no more hope

A limp deceased figure that once was faith rested as lump in my throat.

Under my nostrils, as crude as it's textured touch

Vulgar it's savor, forced itself into my airways one last time

Black hood keeping me shadowed from the true purport...