Last Chance
Hold on to the rope,
As it hangs from a thread,
One slip of the wrist,
And you're as good as dead.
Days pass by,
Life continues on,
But you didn't know the day before,
Time is short; you're soon to be gone.
The sword is inches from your heart,
It's your last chance to move,
Move swift like a flying dart,
To get through death's groove.
The thread starts to rip,
Your grip starts to slip,
Your life flashes.
Where the sword reaches you, it slashes.
It's your last chance to get away,
It's your last chance to fight.
You weren't meant to live today.
Now it's your chance to touch light.