My noose has got itself into knots,
nervous about all of its loose ends-
it says it wants me to drop everything
but I can't be beneath when it descends.
My bucket is feeling so empty,
woozy from having its world completely turned-
it says I should kick it into touch
but I can't let go when it is concerned.
The spring in my step is spirited,
bouncy from the thought of a final bound-
and leaping off the pixelated cloud
I fall asleep to the "GAME OVER" sound.
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