You wake up in the morning
Opening your eyes while yawning
You find yourself where you were not last night,
That’s when your senses start to fight,
Seeing those faces cry which you haven’t seen before
For the traps are lurking behind each door,
You start asking the reason
For your presence in such a prison,
They don’t tell you much but scare you with their acquaintance
Of the possible serial killer behind such a disturbance,
You find a tape recorder under the carpet
Listening to which you all are set,
Yes, it was him telling the rules of the game,
Transgression of which if forward came,
You will be winning a deadly chance to meet death
Or else to be safe you should play having faith,
In the chances of survival that are rare,
and reason for the game lies in what common you all share,
There are not only traps but also chances.
And rare are the places where death itself dances,
You have poison running in your veins
Which will be robbing you out of your sense,
To which only he has the antidote,
Now start consuming the time you’ve got,
Which is getting finished every moment,
Do it till you further can’t,
There are no promises that you’d survive,
No matter how hard you’d try to stay alive,
It’s the game that began on his call
But would end with you after all.