Loose noose..

As the last cold bead of sweat runs down my brow,correct posture standing here,not knowing how? Awaiting the prize behind the door,my last performance here ,before i loose the floor.Trapped in silence life has me shut in, blinded eyes ,spinning again ,a endless tread mill of sin. The last lover is there ,thinking she is in ,soft grin promises of gold taking my hand pulling me down  thin. Was it the lust ,or cream of her thighs . Mabey the first voice of your childrens cry. The sweet smell of grass,some thing you read. Will you beg forgiveness before you meet the dead. Come one, come all, hurry lifes  mental game of choke then fall. Stiff like a statue frozen in clinch ,my ears heard the slip click a fraction of an inch. The towns in an uproar circled in tight to see it all ,then you realize how quiet it is standing on a stool in a dark hall. How is ones mind lead to such a dramatic point, a product of a sick environment, can you roll a joint? You might not know about a balancing act in the dark,my latest last thought happened to be a spark. Being able to see a little through a speck of light,she leaned over politely then whispered softly, saying they were white.