A hanging Poem

[deaddirty]

A Hanging Poem

Note: Since I’m British (and needed every rhyme I could get) ‘pants’ means underwear not trousers. And I’ve used a few terms, and singulars and plurals, quite loosely - they’re ‘tighty whity’ briefs or boxer-briefs with a front opening.

He was young and just eighteen,
Fair-haired slim and fairly fit,
Gay but not out on the scene,
Because the partner in his head
Would require him to be dead -
The partner’s name was Death,
And the marriage would be by hanging in his undies.

Well he woke up nude in bed,
And a voice inside him said
“Today’s the day, a noose the way,
Cos though I still don’t know quite why
I really really want to die.
Oh God it will be so hot,
To spurt out everything I’ve got,
Piss cum shit and spit and snot,
As I marry Death by hanging in my undies.”

So he walked naked cross the floor
To his underwear drawer
To put on his favourite underpants
To wear for his airdance.
They were briefs and they were white,
And they were absolutely right,
Not too loose and not too tight,
Room inside for wood and shite,
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

Because he’d have his death erection,
Urination, defecation and ejaculation,
Feel his guts empty and spasm,
Have the ultimate orgasm,
He would do it in the bathroom,
Seemed the most appropriate place
For those ultimate last functions
As he left the human race
And married Death by hanging in his undies.

Wouldn’t matter bout the floor,
Though not his problem any more,
And in fact the night before
He’d fixed a noose quite near the door
And taken through a chair
So it was already there,
In his death and marriage room
For his tryst, both bride and groom
Dressed in white just like a bride.
For the struggles till he died
And married Death by hanging in his undies.

So he stepped up on the chair
In his clean white underwear.
He was feeling slightly scared
Of the death he craved but feared
Put the noose around his neck,
Thought to himself “Oh heck,
If I really go ahead
In a few minutes I’ll be dead -
Am I really quite quite sure
I don’t want to go on living any more
And die today by hanging in my undies?”

“I can get on with my life,
Find a job even a wife,
Or I can end it all today
In this hot but dreadful way”.
But the noose just felt so good,
Felt a throb in his manhood
So he said “OK I’ll do it
I’m going to go right through it
Till my short sweet life is ended
And I dangle dead suspended
From my wedding ring to Death in just my undies”.

So he took his last deep breath
To prolong his fight with Death
Felt the fear and went ahead
“Ok in five minute I’ll be dead”
He stepped slowly off the chair
Calm for just a moment in the air
Before the noose took up his weight
And he knew he’d sealed his fate
As the tightness of the rope
Closed his throat and any hope
And he hanged himself to death dressed in his undies.

“Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
I don’t really want to go!”
But the noose closed off his air
Hands scrabbling in real fear
Frantic to get loose
From the dreadful strangling noose.
And he fought and kicked and spun
As his death-struggles begun
And his mind went into slow motion
As it sank in, the awful notion
“Oh my god I really am, I’m hanging all the way to death in just my undies”

“Well I’ll put up one good fight
Duel with Death with all my might
As his neck-tight wedding ring
Makes my agonies begin.
And I’ll give it all I’ve got,
As I strangle in the knot”
And it suddenly felt hot
That his nose was oozing snot
While his chest began to heave
Trying desperately to breathe
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

Well his eyes were going red
As the blood pooled in his head
And his mouth was open wide
You could see his tongue inside
And his spit began to drool
Down his chin, dripped to his tool,
Because his penis was erecting,
And his pants-front was projecting
Pouch slightly open at the side
As it would stay until he died
His hot wet dirty death from hanging in his undies.

And he really had to piss,
Let it go and heard the hiss
Of the stream down to floor
Where it puddled more and more
Warm wet yellow soaked his brief,
“Oh wow what a hot relief,
And how long can I keep control
Of myself, of my asshole?
Cos I really need to shit,
Soon there’ll be no holding it,
I’ll be shitting in my pants for Death while hanging in my undies.”

Well he thrashed a minute more,
Kicking legs, piss on the floor
Then he felt the sweet release
As he let go and soiled his briefs
Legs up open splaying wide
As he thrust out shit inside
“Oh my god it does feel hot
To really empty out the lot
Let it go lose all control
Noose, take over my asshole”
As he gave himself to Death by hanging in his undies.

Well the waist sagged at the back,
You could peek into his crack,
And he pissed himself and shatted,
Till his pubic hair was matted,
And the weight inside his smalls
Meant you could see his filthy balls
As his pants below the fly
Sagged from his dirty inner thigh
Below the tent-projection
That showed off his erection
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

 

[deaddirty]

And his tongue was out and blue
Lips grey-blues swollen too
And underneath his chin
The death-tight wedding ring
Had cut off the air supply
And his brain began to die.
He felt Death’s first wedding kiss
Round his tongue and drool-wet lips
And it was time to consummate
His union with fate
Make love with Death while hanging in his undies

He’d soiled his bridal white
Emptied all his piss and shite
And every bowel spasm
Brought him closer to orgasm
Sweet exquisite toothache pain
As he squirted slime again
Perfect lubrication
For the ultimate penetration
His hole was open wide
Desperate for Death inside
As he gave himself to Death by hanging in his undies

His pants were tented out
Leaving absolutley no doubt
That his penis was erect
And ready to eject -
It’s throbbing uncut tip
Was straining for the lips
Of Death to guide him in and suck him dry
Oh god I need to fuck until I die”
His hips began to thrust
With his overwhelming lust
To empty into Death while hanging in his undies.

His arms and legs akimbo
He fucked with Death in limbo
Every dying muscle spasm
Formed part of his orgasm
His arms were out and pitching
His feet and toes were twitching
His knees were up and wide
Making no attempt to hide
He was cumming then and there
In his shit-slimed underwear
Having sex with Death while hanging in his undies

And he came and came and came,
Came and came again
Thrusting to and fro
Sometimes fast and sometimes slow
He emptied out his balls,
Creamed his lifeforce in his smalls
His shit leaked down his thigh
And he knew twas time to die
His cock had fucked with Death
And ten minutes from his last breath
Suspended from the noose he died from hanging in his undies.

His heart had beaten fast
Through his struggles to the last,
But now it barely fluttered
Gave one feeble final stutter,
Then rested still and silent in his chest.
His cock was still erect but apart from that the rest
Of him was death-limp as it dangled
From the noose by which he’d strangled
Hi bloodshot eyes gazed down
To the puddles on the ground
He’d died just as he wished,
Cummed and shat and pissed
With gay abandon more and more
In his pants and on the floor
Ecstatic dirty death by hanging in his undies.


Just in case someone feels horned up and inspired by this to do it themselves - DON'T!
• It probably won’t be like this at all, certainly nothing like as much
• Youi’ll miss out on the all the good things (including sex) that life has in store for you.
• And if you don’t do it now you can always do it later - keep it as something to look forward to

 

[deaddirty]

The symbolism only occurred to me late on - though maybe it had been lurking in my subconscious all along? I'm not sre it really fits with the rest which let's face it is erotic doggere - eat your heart out Shakespeare NOT! Someone with a different and deeper imagination could maybe make something really interesting out of that, a serious poem even?
Or, on a lighter note, coud someone illustrate this? OhSiris, you'd do that really well - are you up for it?

 

[callmecaleb]

A beautiful poem. So well crafted.

 

[deaddirty]

Thanks!

 

[deaddirty]

On the rare occasions I write something creative, i always keep thining of additions and alterations. That's why so many things don't get finished - being a perfetionist isn't always a good thing! So inevitably there's things I'd like to add or change -and here they are, with a bit before and after to show where they go (though it would take a bit more editing to get the structure back to where it should be, and cut out a few duplications) :

The partner’s name was Death,
And the marriage would be by hanging in his undies.

His cock was long, not very thick,
Except the bulge before the tip
In its uncut foreskin hood,
Touched it knowing he looked good.
As he woke up nude in bed,
And a voice inside him said

....

Room inside for wood and shite,
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

Manly waistband round his hips
Above his crack and penis tips.
Perfect fit they looked fantastic
From the crotch to the elastic,
On the waistband ‘Calvin Klein’,
Perfect deathwear, they’ll be fine.
“I will break the big taboo,
Soil my pants with piss, cum, poo,
Let it go, no inhibition,
Enjoy my mid-air exhibition.
What a fantastic way to go,
Everyone who sees will know
That I pissed and shat myself and came
Without any sense of shame
As I chose to end my days
Doing it all in my CKs
Relaxed and knowing with delight
That I died in my cum and shite
An absolutely filthy death by hanging in my undies.”

“And I wonder who will find
My body hanged after I’ve died?
I hope it’s someone hot and young
Who will see my swollen tongue,
My filthy tented underwear,
Get secret hard, try not to stare,
Hands stroke the waistband, look inside,
To see exactly how I died,
Take my pants down, make me nude,
Dirty, dead, erect and rude,
Decide that in his time he too will die the dirty death by hanging in his undies.”

Because he’d have his death erection,
Urination, defecation and ejaculation,
....

Trying desperately to breathe
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

So the noose dug in real tight,
So his neck was quite a sight
And his eyes were going red
As the blood pooled in his head

....

That showed off his erection
As he hanged himself to death in just his undies.

OR
Well his perfect white CKs
Had by now seen better days -
Waistband pulled down at the back
Showed his spasming dirtied crack
While below the seat sagged down,
Bulging out and sodden brown,
Shit was oozing round his balls,
Stained the package of his smalls,
Leaking from his A-front fly
Dribbles down his inner thigh
As he died his dirty death by hanging in his undies.

And his tongue was out and blue
Lips grey-blues swollen too

....

And ten minutes from his last breath
Suspended from the noose he died from hanging in his undies.

OR

And he came and came and came,
Came and came and came again.
Soaking through his underwear -
Spurted out onto the chair,
Gobbets dripped oto the floor,
Creamed his pants again some more.
Asshole emptied, opened wide,
Inviting Death to come inside,
Fucked Death in his dying mind
While Death fucked him from behind.
“Almost there, I really have, I’ve hanged myself to death in just my undies”.

His heart had beaten fast
Through his struggles to the last,

....

 

[lindier]

Mate
What a great and creative piece of work. It's a great pity it can't be more widely published, it's certainly good enough, but I'm not sure the literary reviews, however liberal they proclaim themselves, are yet quite ready for a work such as this. Never mind, our gain.
I particular the way that each verse ends in the same way. Also I'm trying to think which poet influenced you. I'm probably wrong but could Tennyson, and in particularly his Lady of Shallott, be somewhere in the equation. Whatever it is your poem is a great erotic piece of literature. Thanks for having the courage to post it here.
And can I also repeat your admonition. Heaven knows many of us fantasise about such a death but let's ensure that it remains just that. Life is worth living, don't end it prematurely. Apart from anything else the dead can't read and wouldn't you hate to miss any future works of deaddirty.

 

[deaddirty]

Thanks Limdier.
Not consciously influeneced by any specific poet - I don't now enough about poetry to do that. The structure of rhyming couplets (or similar) followed by a single last line that's a series of variants on a single theme is fairly common, but I can't think of any particular example I got it from - could be Tennyson I suppose.

 

[alexonedeath]

Deaddirty, you obviously put a great deal of time and thought (and talent) into this poetry. I second lindier's remark regarding publication. It must be difficult for you at times to keep writing, when you aren't receiving the quantity of feedback that would come with a wider audience.

 

[StrangleStud]

Yeah, love to read and I certainly loved this