waking up connected to a chain,
bones and heart filling up with pain, 

sprinting left and right confused and blind,
never knowing who or what I'll find,

always peering over my bloody arm,
soul and mind preparing to run in alarm,

praying the predator gives up it's kill,
yet it is fast, unable to escape it's skill,

chances of survival is looking quite slim,
the hope in my chest becomes more dim,

and suddenly a crack of lightning,
to smaller creatures very much frightening,

breaks the ground and opens a grave,
so there's no time to be someone brave,

the clock is ticking loud and clear,
for it can hear every bit of dangling fear,

—"for a painless death, go fall right in"
and I do, knowing I'll never win,

after all it is the end,
my dear dear friend.