HANGING FROM THE GALLOWS

“My life is in your hands, control is no longer in me

Hanging from the gallows, your hands have control of me.

Control is a distant memory when I feel your hands closer to me”

 

The man in the gallows says while trying to loosen the rope around his neck

 

“My thoughts are all I have left, in my last minutes of life,

The flashback of the suffering I caused her is all I can see.

She didn’t deserve any of me, but I do deserve all of this”

 

He continues to search for hope in their hopeless eyes

 

“Did I bring this to myself when I was too proud to ask for forgiveness

for my senseless sins?”

 

The man and the executioner locks eyes

 

“Can forgiveness be my only salvation if remorse is in me?”

 

Silence fills the air

 

After a few minutes,

The executioner takes off its black hood and cape, then toss them to the floor

revealing the face of a woman in a white dress

 

Everyone opens their eyes wide open in disbelief, recognizing her

She kicks the bucket away 

Before his body hits the grounds

She finally speaks

 

“There’s nothing for you left but to find out if hell really does exist”