The Beginning

To the tree we first met under, I hang myself.

With the rope twice attached to my neck, I strengthened,  
 
and let go out of this foppish shape,  
 
killing it,  
 
moulding it to suit the grave  
 
For I no longer bear the frowns  
 
Nor I float on the sea  
 
Unable to bear away, I sank  
 
And for my soul to sustain,  
 
witnessing the bygones,  
 
I gave up on my heart  
 
to feed the snakes under the ground.