Time Bomb

August 1, 2011
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Broken pieces of shattered bombshells
A war zone is my hearts carnage
The lifeless flow of acid vapor from my eyes
The trembling, docile towns my hands begin to resemble
An open hole in the earth where nothing comes forth
My mouth is ajar
Pelting bullets, my legs spring forth to run
Far away from what blinds my mind
The third eye that sees a dying dream
The clock ticks against my swollen ears
They wait for my implosion
Soulless, perhaps, destructive is positive

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