Venting Upon a hanging body

[Jisatsu]

I am trapped here,
Where the silence bleeds,
Shadows curl and twist
Around my bones like weeds.

The rope hums a dirge,
A lullaby of rot,
Its fibers whisper secrets
Of what time forgot.

The walls sweat ichor,
Black and thick with dread,
The air tastes of iron,
And the floors are red.

Eyes like hollow lanterns
Stare from the void,
Mouths gape in silence
Of the life destroyed.

Dust drifts like ash
From corpses never seen,
Every breath is choking
On the weight of the obscene.

No light remains,
No mercy calls,
Only the rope swaying
And the echo of these walls.

I am memory,
Etched in a room of despair,
A ghost stitched with shadows,
A corpse of floating in air.

I remain here,
Forever undone,
Lost in the rot
Where the last light never comes.