Day 233 – Bang – Whispered Words

Counting down,

towards the end,

all my friends,

they’re all my hell,

writhing and wriggling,

twisting and turning,

braking me,

making me,

into something,

something new,

and as the clock strikes,

and our time is up,

you split in two,

as I slice my blade,

I bathe in you,

my special one,

but now were done,

and you’re nothing but food,

for the ground,

you’ll waste away,

while I ‘ll still be here,

hunting another morsel for my next game.