Timebomb
Tick, Tick, Tick....Losing my cool.
This seems not to be the real me.
Why do I feel like a fool?
My feelings are dull, stress is a habit.
Floating away in emptiness, life has put on a red light.
What am I doing here....is this a sick joke?
Killing my mood with Childish rage, laughter is bliss.
Shining light clears my thoughts, I still have little hope
Tick, Tick, Tick......this is the sign.
To my self-conflict and selfish mind..
Tick Tick Tick......BOOM!
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