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When the bomb drops The hands on the clock lock. Shrieks of terror stop There are no kids playing on the block. A game of freeze tag Has never ended so sad Suspended in time Not a single heart beats As this moment passes Boom! There goes the explosions Boom! There goes the terrified screeching Of mothers and their children going into convulsions. Boom! I lost a Mother. Boom! He lost a Sister It all happened in an instant A millisecond couldn't have passed any quicker. Silent laughs of insanity Thoughts of losing my humaniaty This weight on my chest can't be explained by gravity. Like being shot While wearing a vest. Feeling my organs expanding As my ribs compress If this is life? I just may prefer death. If this is living I may prefer to see what's next. The thought of anything Is better than the reality Of this knife holding back The screams in my neck.
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
Boom!
When the bomb drops The hands on the clock lock. Shrieks of terror stop There are no kids playing on the block. A game of freeze tag Has never ended so sad Suspended in time Not a single heart beats As this moment passes Boom! There goes the explosions Boom! There goes the terrified screeching Of mothers and their children going into convulsions. Boom! I lost a Mother. Boom! He lost a Sister It all happened in an instant A millisecond couldn't have passed any quicker. Silent laughs of insanity Thoughts of losing my humaniaty This weight on my chest can't be explained by gravity. Like being shot While wearing a vest. Feeling my organs expanding As my ribs compress If this is life? I just may prefer death. If this is living I may prefer to see what's next. The thought of anything Is better than the reality Of this knife holding back The screams in my neck.
jay-bryant
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 2:23 PM UTC
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