Thin Ice Poem by wayne bright

Your walking on thin ice baby
But you don't care
Theirs no clothes on your body
Your feet are bare
Crazy thoughts fill up your head
You know nothing but confusion
Suicide is not the answer
But death is the conclusion
You start to see things differently
But baby its to late
The ice is cracking woman
You have just chosen your fate
Suddenly you realize the truth
Now fear grips your heart
You were played like a pawn
By the reaper from the start