To the Gallows

The room is depressing,

Chains bound me hands and feet,

With every moment passing,

A knock on the door, I will greet.

Then, knock knock on the door,

I can only look up to it,

A silhouette with a feeling of cold,

A feeling of fear, I can't hide it.

The rays of the sun showers me,

I entrenched myself in the warmth,

Knowing this is the last one for me,

As coldness will take away the warmth.

I walked in the plaza,

Where there stood a platform,

The gallows stared with frightening eyes,

Well that is his norm.

I turned my back,

To see you following me in chains,

A smile we crack,

For we promised to go through joy and pains.

As the nooses wrapped around our neck,

Counting the seconds to our neck crack,

This is everything that I wanted back,

So we can be together till all we see is BLACK....

I love you