I wait with anticipation
as the hands go round the clock;
adrenaline runs through my veins
with each tick, tick, tock.
What awaits us now is freedom,
or at least that's what is said;
let go to fly or enslaved once more,
Eternally alive or perpetually dead.
I think their screams will be of joy
if they manage to scream at all.
They'll be thankful and relieved
and merciful as they fall.
I feel engulfed in power,
like I am in control of fate.
In just a second I'll change it fast,
when the bell detonates…
There's a tingling throughout my body,
my nerves are like live wires;
my hair is standing up on end
and my skin feels on fire.
I take one last look around
at the unsuspecting mass,
with their hopeful smiles for the future.
But my smile is of a different class.
Our time is almost up now;
there is silence about the room.
Then the quiet is shattered as it explodes
with the final