Poems Of The Third Order

Choice

Tick tick tick

My brain's been compromised

I'm a time-bomb ready too blow

I'll destroy everything I've worked hard to build

Watch as I destroy my own life

As shrapnel flys

Tears will be shed

I'm slowly losing my sanity

Becoming a shell of what I used to be

So what then will be left of the corpse that used to be me

Mostly a shell with a rotted brain and a destroyed soul

Like a coke full of mentos

Gone as soon as you try to interfere

You'll be soaked by the emotions I've held for years

I'm not one you can tell something's wrong

But I'm the one with the limited fuse

So what will you do

I suggest you leave

But will you?

Are you going to be the captain who goes down with the ship

Or will you run from Pompeii with no escape

The third option is to leave before the flash point is hit

So the Choice is yours

Be careful of the consequences