The Clock

        I watch the clock, the numbers ticking down.
The numbers they tick, tick with no sound.
       I watch and I wait, wait for it to happen.
When will it happen, I wonder silently.
       The numbers coming down, I grow impatient.
   "When will it happen?!"
           Ten, nine, eight, seven!
    I grow ever impatient now.
           My blood runs cold!
      Six,five, four,
            three, two, one!
       I watch the door open silently,
 I listen for a sound, any sound.
             The knife he carries, too large for the job.
He wants to give me hearing, I doubt he will succeed.
          His knife goes to my ear...