Fail & hang, the rope is kind
but not the end you seek to find
No grave will keep your soul at rest
no coffin close your weary chest

For death is but a crooked door
a hinge that creaks, then swings once more
The noose may snap, the blood may dry
but something stirs beneath the sky

Ash to ash & breath anew
you rise again through midnight dew
A child of dusk, reborn by flame
rebirth begins the cruelest game

No final bell, no saint’s release
just circling storms & tortured peace
Each fall a vow, each death a debt
the wheel turns on: you’re not done yet