• Tick....tick..tick...
    Like a bomb that will go off,
    Fear starts seep through his body,
    He knows its his time soon,

    But will he die?
    Or will he live?
    Haunted with memories,
    Falling into the pit of insanity,

    His fingers stained red,
    His mind twisted with screams,
    Guilt splashes against him like a wave,
    Again....and again....and again,
    But it's too late....

    Regret, Hope
    Two different meanings but the same
    Both never happen or can't be helped,
    In a time of dieing,
    In the crucial part of the game,

    Honor means nothing now,
    Bravery slipped out of his hands like water,
    He's just a dead man walking
    Just another casualty......