The Trapdoor

A fate bestowed upon you Inevitable demise Your life flashes before your eyes Your time has come A rush of blood Your feet give way below Unprovoked Sent to choke Your life is balanced on the line A gamble Sure loss Still, I am Playing The odds Obscene; alone, left to swing Your neck catches the rope A life unused must end in ruin Your time has come A rush of blood Your feet give way below Unprovoked Sent to choke Your life is balanced on the line