my throat dries
as my voice begins to crack
i'm bound and tied
to a large pole behind my back
my bottom lip trembles
as my sweaty palms start to shake
under pressure i crumble
with every quick drawn breath i take
goosebumps run down my neck
as i glance around the room
i'm not sure where i am just yet
but something tells me doom
hushed voices are barely heard
coming from behind the wall
i cannot make out the words
as i suddenly feel so small
there is not a trace of hope
as my helpless attempts fail
to slip my hands from the rope
and no other way to bail
no night has lasted so long
as i prepare for the worst
it's kind of like a sad song
except death comes first
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