13 February 2013
Ten.
The tables, they are turning, Click! The bomb is set, All of these decisions, You will make, will you regret?
Nine.
There's no turning back now, What's done can't be undone, No 'delete' or 'rewind', No take two or rerun,
Eight.
And now the clock is ticking, Alarm bells in your ears, Innocent? A distant dream, Reliving all your fears,
Seven.
Things are falling into place, The blame pointing to you, Cover your tracks and hide away, Before the day is through,
Six.
Alibis are building, And the past is catching up, Evidence, against your case, Blood on that champagne cup,
Five.
You keep digging and concealing, But the hole is now a grave, Fingerprints and DNA, A never-ending wave,
Four.
You've told yourself too many times, That they won't find the truth, The clues you left were too discrete, However much they sleuth,
Three.
There's knocking at your door now, Your statements don't seem to match, The timeline's all completed, The alibi's attached,
Three.
A last attempt at freedom, Just claim that you weren't there, Enclose all your feelings, Hide away beneath your hair,
Two.
The jury, they have spoken, To tell a tale of crime, The judge has reached his verdict, And it seems you're out of time,
One.
Your future, it is crumbling, Never to be rebuilt, A single word etched on your face, For all to see, it's
Guilt.
Countdown. • Opuss № I