Paint the man, cut the lines

Cut the rope then jump the line,
Reverse the words, the end of time.
For if the soul floats away,
Silent echo, remains to stay.

Music held by fragile scales,
Court of words, when silence prevails.
As the weight counts down to one,
What has been said, can’t be undone.

Shadow haunts the silent halls,
Gliding fog, soft caress of walls.
Seeping under narrow cracks,
Devouring all bright moonbeam specs.

Guilt like stricken, heart of fire,
Cage of words, syllables aspire.
Break the walls, set back the flame,
Let sorrow be gone, like the name.

Heavy words upon the heart,
No pushing back to pass the start.
His breath away, seconds nine,
Betrayed by words, how thin the line.

Silver streaks, full of regret,
By certain lies the lips have said.
Fault was missing in the deed,
Just cut the rope, the silent plead.

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