Hangman's Noose

 
the dagger in your silence  
talked to me of madness  
it whispered of black crows laughing  
 
they were gathering in mass  
to pick the bones clean from my genie in a bottle  
to rape her thoughts and claim them for their own  
 
a witness to my schizophrenic genius
you took notes  
jotted them on your sunrise of doubt  
 
hidden in my sweater were ghosts of the morrow  
I saw my doom as I rose to greet the stars  
they would see me naked in the flaccid rain  
 
with a critics glare  
you wrote down an old song  
on a derelict's brown paper bag  
 
you drank my liquor  
stole my songs and held me captive  
with lyrics from a different era of my life  
 
hung by the rope of the words I wrote  
I kicked while in the death throes  
and died a master of nothing