Trepidation

panic grips my heart. I'm shivering,my palms are sweaty,my feets' are cold,i can barely stand. Hearing the clock tick,the cock crows at dawn,my heart beats even faster,slowly the hour comes...
Drinking the wrath of living,in this cold cruel world;vengeful,corrupt and decieving. No mercy,no love.
Judgment closes in with a grudge. Closed in,i gasp for breathe. Harakiri;the way out of shame and dishonor. Draw the first blood and escape an ignoble death.