Lethal Injection

Where am I?
How did I manage to arrive in this netherworld?
Why is this narrow chamber saturated with the fumes of demise?
I am held captive by the firm grasp of solitude.
My hands –
I cannot move them, for they are bound to this bleak seat.
My eyes –
I cannot see, for I am blinded by the darkness that coats this room.
At last, a sound!
Footsteps lingering just beyond the corridor,
assure me I am far from being alone.
I then peer into the eyes of the reaper himself.
As he reveals the pin point that shall withdrawal my life,
a grim smile crawls across his gaunt face.
He allows a minute amount of fatal fluid to drip from the tip of my humble terminator.
It splatters on the floor,
leaving deadly residue upon my skin’s surface.
As his eyes begin to brim with avidity,
he asks me if I wish to taint this final hour with my pitiful farewell.
I refuse to speak unto this fiend.
With no further adieu, he locates an exact vein.
Slowly, yet rapidly I feel the needle puncture into my skin.
I can almost taste the lethal liquid fill my insides.
I can feel him unjustly siphoning the life from me.
The room spins with the faces of those whom look on in spite of instituted ruthless rituals.
The man has killed me.