The Waiting Room

Patiently awaiting
The salvation,
Could it be with you?
Could I survive if
I open my heart again?
It could be like
Shooting poison
Into my veins.
A lasting sting
The last nail
In my coffin.
Trapped between world's
Life and death;
Drawn to death
Like a mother
To a flame.
Signals being sent
Over the airwaves
Singling me out
Of many,
It could be
MY lucky day
But what if my lucks
Run out?