Little lamb off to slaughter.
Brutal yet vital to stand.
Breath taken in a whisper,
No longer hand in hand.
Fingerprints on the window,
A look in the eyes of blue,
Using all force to stay below,
The questions on lips asks who?
A flicker of light, a flicker of hope,
Flames igniting deep within,
Something strangled, tied with rope,
Waiting for the signal, a sign to begin.
Cannot be controlled, cannot be tamed,
Fire will burn and end the games.