Knowledge

Phantom fingers trace death
ghostly kisses upon my brow
I listen to the creak of the rope
my gallows, they do call
I unlike others
I will know the why, when and how
For in those creaks
those faint little squeaks
I hear the spring of my mortal coil
Soon my feet will dance above soiled soil
oh, how the children will laugh
and the faithful sing
The clocks chime
Forever will mark the time
I will be released
To swing in the breeze
Free to die
To die as they please