Doom

Will it be your doom? Or someone close to you? Do you know it's time? Or the frightening things that happen?

Time running short

Its almost up

The end is near

But out of sight

You don't when

And you don't know where

But that doesn't stop you

You just move on

And on

Until the clock chimes midnight

And your deed is done

Frightening things you do

And only you will know

What is coming 

As you take your last breath

The creepy silence fills the room

And you hear that oh so faint heartbeat stop

And you know its time

As the clock chime ends

It's your doom 

Author's Note

Well, another on-the-spot poem. Hope you enjoy. Tell me if I need to fix anything.. :)

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The creepy silence
fills the room.
Nice write.

[AmandaPanda]

Thank you. :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome .