Count Down

My minute it draws near
Echoing through my mind's constant fear
Yesterday I mishappenly found
That today would be the last above the ground

So while I sit here lost in gloom
Wondering about my fated doom
I wince at every tock of the clock
As Death still waits in his dock

I wonder upon thousands of deaths for me
And select the ones I hope'd be
Will it be death by fire?
Or maybe a zap from an electric wire?

Shall I die in deep dark water?
Will there be some pointless slaughter?
Am I fated to die by fear?
Will I shed one last tear?

A million thoughts come to mind
But yet my fate I could not find
All the while Death crept closer
And these thoughs would soon not matter

At last my mind cleared out
And I let out my loudest shout
People came to see whats a matter
Louder I yelled until the glass did shatter

Down the glass came, fast and sharp
Making the sound of a speeding dart
I put up my hands to block my body
At last I knew my fate'd be bloody

But although the glass did fall
Harmless though was it all
The people pointed and laughed
And locked me in a deep shaft

So this was my special fate
Wish I'd go back, but it's too late
So now alone here I lay
Until I reach my true death day

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