Hanged by My Hand

Gnashing clouds of smoke Cold-hearted broken choke Consumes the world as it expands Hanging in my throat Acidic carcasses bloat What can I do to escape or break this wretched place? Plans made on their own accord And they don't include me In blind-eyes benign prophecy Some gleaming future trope I'd rather choke on rope Than see the powers act like they're built on moral ground Hanged by my hand Hanged A feral fever grows Too vapid to dispose Behind a poison smile Decline in denial Hanged By my hand