I count to ten, and take a step forward.

I count to nine, and I draw my sword.

I count to eight, and find my blood.

I count to seven, and the room begins to flood.

I count to six, and I try to speak.

I count to five, and my knees become weak.

I count to four, and I feel the pain lifting.

I count to three, and realize I’m drifting.

I count to two, and I know that I’m gone.

I count to one.. and I finally move on.