and the deadline looms.
A banished barrage hails no boom, boom, boom.
Silence.
An eerie smile portends a knowing beast.
You've made your choice,
rolled the dice.
Coin tossed and cliche ticked.
It knows your fate.
Hidden.
Teasing and peering;
out of sight, is not out of mind.
Waiting, it's hoping.
The stumble, the tumble, your fumble to it's rumble of delight.
Embraced.
Your doom in an embrace of bloody delight,
shredded flesh stripped from a tormented soul.
Fucked.
Woken.
Petrified perspiration from a possible fate.
Head in a spin tying guts in a knot.
Decision awaits you.
And a beast lurks in waiting.
