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The sound of my destruction Tick Tick Tick I know it rest within me I hear it day and night Just ticking away Like the hours on the clock Tick Tick Tick It has became annoying Never ending I wonder when it will go off So the pain will disappear Tick Tick Tick I wish I had the button To press it myself But I noticed everytime I grow angery Another minute falls off Tick Tick Tick Such an aggravating sound indeed But as I try to write And hope the words I use Capture a glimpse of what goes on in my mind Tick Tick BOOM!!!!!!!!!!! The world goes white Then red As my blood and flesh Paint every corner No more pain Just more bodies The bodies of those who have always judged me This is what you created And with its detonation Your death came to be Ticking was my rage Ticking was my tolerance Tick Tick Ticking no more
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC
Tick Tick Tick
The sound of my destruction Tick Tick Tick I know it rest within me I hear it day and night Just ticking away Like the hours on the clock Tick Tick Tick It has became annoying Never ending I wonder when it will go off So the pain will disappear Tick Tick Tick I wish I had the button To press it myself But I noticed everytime I grow angery Another minute falls off Tick Tick Tick Such an aggravating sound indeed But as I try to write And hope the words I use Capture a glimpse of what goes on in my mind Tick Tick BOOM!!!!!!!!!!! The world goes white Then red As my blood and flesh Paint every corner No more pain Just more bodies The bodies of those who have always judged me This is what you created And with its detonation Your death came to be Ticking was my rage Ticking was my tolerance Tick Tick Ticking no more
robert-guerrero
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Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:54 AM UTC
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