Like Clockwork

Your heart is ticking like a clock

Clicking like a dirty bomb

Tied up in the corner there

Amidst all the blood and gore.

All it takes is a tiny knife

The blade stashed in your boot

To cut it free and run away

To run until forever

Don't look back until your lungs burn

And your stomach churns with pain

And resentment and hatred.

And by the gore you will know-

You will know what you're fighting for

But your heart is a prisoner 

Close to his dying breath

Stop the clock on the bomb

Take the blade and let it go.