Organ
You're pushing on my pressure point,
It's just behind my ribcage.
I can hear its loud, obnoxious ticking,
I can feel it stomping through my veins.
I can't control this deadly timebomb,
You can't make this feeling go away.
What will you do when my life ends?
Don't tell me everything will be okay.
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