(This is a fictional poem) <br /> <br />When I came in my garage, I saw that my car has been started without a key. <br />My worst enemy just locked me in here so that the exhaust fumes will kill me. <br />He hot wired my car and even welded the hood shut so that I can't shut off the engine. <br />My life is flashing before my eyes and my friends and family won't see me alive again. <br />Nobody has heard me even though I've started to shout. <br />It's hopeless, nobody is going to let me out. <br />I'm scared and I'm starting to cry because it's the end. <br />And to think that I once thought that bastard was a friend. <br />I didn't think he'd go this far but there's something that son of a bitch didn't count on. <br />I'm writing down that he's the murderer so that the cops will nail him after I'm gone.<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-m-being-murdered/
