Time bomb.

My finger tips burn at my skin,

I'm shaking again.

What is going on?

I'm not myself.

The room spins.

The lights darken.

Everything is silent;

Darkened like a mid winter sky.

"Why are you screaming?"

You were right.

I had no reason to scream.

No one could hear.

Tick, tock.

Tick, tock.

Time stroked on,

Tick, tock.

Why are you still controlling me?

Burning me from the inside out.

I'm a ticking time bomb...

Bang.