Deadly Games

The Wooden Door

One two three four

walk up to the wooden door

breathe in the smell of insanity

is this they day they'll take me?

five six seven eight

it's 10:01 you are late

I watch the time ticking by

is this the day I'm going to die?

nine ten eleven twelve

here comes the face I know so well

you smile at me and say hello

can't you see I don't want to go?

thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen

you casually ask me how I've been

I tell you the same, every time

"I'm fine" "really" little white lies

seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty

I can see in your eyes, you resent me

you say "come on back, lets have our chat"

I reluctantly get up, I don't wanna chat

twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four

behind me I close the wooden door

                (E.B)