Hangmans Theory

As I lay here
Scared and weary
Mind is racing
Broken theories

Thoughts of past
Unclear view
Gone the last
Left with you

No more sounds
Just the pain
Repeating nights
It feels the same

Amongst the cries
There comes no voice
Lay in the ground
Dirt by choice

Upon the hill
Where life was taken
Death now lives
The rest forsaken

As I lay here
In the dark and weary
Mind is failing
Mended theories

Against the day
The dark will rise
Fade as us
Become the night

Become the hatred
We each spread
Leave all behind
All are dead

Upon the hill
Where death resides
Come the shriek
With his cries

We have become
Death and jury
Burn the scum
The rest we'll burry

No holes dug
None were meant
To earn the stone
Their names regret

Unless we change
Each life to steal
Fighting battles
What's false or real

They will find you
In the shadows
Meant for darkness
In the gallows

As I lay here
Scared and weary
Come the names
Hangman's Theory.