Tick tick tick boom
I see the ticking time bomb on the wall
As I sit in a chair with my hands tied behind my back not able to escape
My breath goes to my chest
As I hear the ticking time bomb go tick. Tick. Tick!
I know there is no escape
So I sit here and try to find some peace with my eventual demise
I close my eyes because I do not want to see what becomes of me
And I cry for myself for the life I have lost and the life I will not have.
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