Lost necklace

The necklace that is in use, around my neck the beauty of the noose.

Never too tight, never too loose, sometimes the temptation brings misuse.

The lies that they produce cast it out as an excuse.

The beauty is used to induce the signs to years of abuse.

Snap, crack the body hangs flat, dripping from the mouth is juice, resulting from the final use.

I wear my noose like my necklace.