And with every movement gone away, and each second that goes and passes by, my worries from the past shrink, future grows, and again I'm shot into the unknown. With that, unexpected circumstances, with that worrisome and stupid mistakes, and with that another story unfolds. To do what must be done, to face our fears, to wait for the unknown, a guillotine. It could strike at any time, sharp or dull, and with enough force to split me in two. Into my flesh, into my bones, in two.

I made a mistake, I admit that truth, and with that something chases my pocket. I made a mistake, too late to change now, and so I will play this punishment game.

The axe hangs grimly, the blade covered black, neither shining in sharpness nor rust stacks. That only adds to my fears, the unknown, will this be quick and easy, painful slow? And so it goes, this unsettling suspense.

Restless nights with not a hint of progress, and neither a paper with my sentence, and nothing for me to do but brew, my thoughts stirring, my worries growing, and not a single thing for me to do. What am I to do, who am I to hope, for a soft sentence where my neck is dry?

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

I am the sinner, but what is the due? What is my debt, and what should I still do? Could I have done better, or is it lost? Can I still do better? In bed I toss. I am at a lost, yet I feel so lost. Tomorrow it strikes down, my head is lost.

In my dreams my head rolls down the hard stairs, but a blank stare of my face, so ashen, confused is it, scared is it, uncertain too...? In my dreams I see myself, behind bars, paying a large fine, no hope in the stars. And so I beg to the sky and the stars, 'please make it swift and painless, a small fee, I know I've done wrong but I beg you please, it's not that bad, I hope it's not that bad, only so ever deep' in fears I steep.

My worries about love are so long gone, I can feel them still in my memories. Yet they no longer keep me so awake, now in their place, another takes my peace. Can I rest for once atleast? So I plead. If only this world was as kind as that, if only my fears were so unfounded.

These troublesome worries slow the clock's time, and each moment stings like no other can, each fear individual, each thought hanging, leading to the very next, to my death. I wish I had someone to still my breath, in my last moments I choose to regret.