His execution day. Silent after the rope on my neck. Trying to let loose and breaks free. My eyes turns into bloody red with tears. Can’t breathe from the choke hold. People watches without letting loose. No hopes and hero in the area. In Mississippi willow crying tree. My body ease from the pain. It’s my time to go home. To be with my wife and kids. A man with the rope on my neck. Swing around with my eyes open. Morning time when spirits are glaze. The hangman killed by others folks. Can’t come near the swinging tree.
