Ticking like a mini bomb
So the seconds of life tick away in my head
Knowing full well it\'ll reach zero soon
I sit and wait.
The chair squeaks as I inhale
The very breath I take hurts
The skin that I live in doesn\'t feel like home
Not that it ever did
You can\'t see past the blood and tears
The ticking in my head has stopped
The chair sits quietly
It doesn\'t hurt anymore
And for once, I feel at home
I feel at home before the grim reaper.