Salvation?

I hear the wolves closing in, Bloody eyes eager for the kill, Razor teeth wanting to rip me apart. Piece by piece. Still, they are not on me yet; The fates are teasing, Dipping and lifting that precious lifeline. But it’s really a hang mans rope you know and the noose is tight around my unprotected neck, It’s beginning to choke me, I am drowning. I cant breathe. This platform is squeaky and it’s not that strong, Like the thin ice I’m standing on, And it’s cracking, Waiting to swallow me into the abyss.