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tick. tock. tick. tock

the constant clicking

of this clock

any second

any time

i fear this place

i call my mind

at any moment

self destruct

stay sane

with a bit of luck

a drop of sweat

rolls down my skin

and slowly erupts

the anger within

the explosion

of each emotion

that i cannot control

and all innocent

will pay the toll

pain & heartbreak

confusion and distress

a simple heart

in which to bless

but the constant ticking

continues on

until the droplet

seems far from gone

and at that moment

all shall fear

of the wrath of an angel

with a firey tear

tock. tick. tock. tick.

a sweet explosion

of an angel so sick