Halogen

1/30/15

I'm a bomb

Whose fuse is frequently lit

I swear there's a soft tick

If you listen

But then

No one ever hears it

I feel the vibrations

As my body gets strung higher

Hands shaking, lip bitten, eyes darting

I smell the sulfur

And then I explode

I'm shot this way and that

Through a wreckage

Large enough to dominate a continent

Wires electrifying each other

With cruel fixation

It's been years yet still

I am a victim

Still I suffer

And thus I fear

Long lost forces appear

In the back of my brain

And the corpses of dead comrades

Lay strewn in my wake

Why must I massacre those

Most loved by me?

The first negative thought comes

And once again

The timer resets