A ticking time bomb is planted in my chest,
For that alone, I cannot rest.
My haunted past will never vanish
And therefore my future will cease to lavish
Tick tock tick
Stop this! Life thus far has merely been a trick;
the walls have ears, and the world is mad
So is happiness a passing fad?
The contents of my heart are forever forsaken
And my dying soul no longer wishes to awaken
dreaded thoughts are implanted in my brain
So is my existence merely a game?
I have no reason to go on
Therefore I bid the world so longer
Oh, how I wish this does not have to be
But I no longer desire to be me
Life is a whirlpool at its st
And soon, a ticking time bomb will go off in my chest.