Quality Noose.

Pride is the lie, and the smiles are confessions....
Revealing my tranquility in false dispossession....
The black of my soul always seems to fade whiter...
Darkening my name...
As the knot grows tighter.

Deeds are the barriers, and the dedication is the wall....
Uncovering my ascensions that never fail to fall....
The blankness of my heart always seems to grow stronger....
Whitening my face...
As the rope grows longer.

Happiness be the bowl, that fills slowly with my soul...
Pouring my contentedness down the pit of the hole...
The coldness of my thoughts always seem to turn to hate...
Killing me inside...

As the noose swiftly breaks.