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The Detonate

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry



Ticking.


Submitted:Sep 15, 2010    Reads: 26    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Tic, tic, tic,
The virus is kicking in.
Tic, tic, tic,
Now I'm starting to feel sick.
I've been beatin' with a whip,
Now I feel myself a bit,


Off, off, off,
Now I'm starting to feel lost.
My brain is banging against my skull,
Yet I'm standing so still,
Yet my mind just feels ill.
I see black, I see blue,
Now I'm about to be through.

Tic.. tic.. tic,
Here it comes again.
Tic.. tic..tic,
They keep running through my head.
Little trolls springing free,
What are they to do with me?

My Lord they're running with cleats,
Now my head's starting to bleed.
Tic.... Tic.... Tic.... Tic,
My brain has started to split.
Tic...
Tic..
Tic.
Now I'm staring at it.





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