It ticks in my head like a bomb waiting to go off, each
thing I do hurrying the clock, increasing the pace of ticks. nothing I can do can
stop the inevitable explosion I started back when I assumed I could take the
high road, when I always knew I could not
how near to the end
is it I can't say, though at times when the ticking gets so loud and me I think
perhaps it might be better to set it all off at once to get it over and done
with
to not need to worry about when it might do it, only I can't
pull the trigger or push down plunger that ignites at all
so I must wait it out it's pace until it erupts on its own
accord, she the person with her hand on the lever that can destroy me anytime
she wishes, if she wishes, or does she like it this, to let me linger on the
edge of Extinction, waiting for what might never transpire except in my head where I already envisioned the end
of the world
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