"Tick, Tock"

There’s this time bomb ringing in my head, waiting, dormant and the fear of it exploding and I with it placates me. The fantasy; The soft ripples of its ejaculation radiating through my bones and into my surroundings. I yell, hurt, destroy, and I know what I do. Indulge myself in His arms. Let my broken wings turn to dust, obliterated by the heat, the sudden surge of energy, fire. Feel my windows crack, my roots burn. Then nothing. My bliss, emptiness.

You see, I’m this shredder. I take in the beautiful and perfect and I rip them, mesh them create an unrecognizable being. I hate myself for that. For alluring them into my blades. Knowing what i do and not protecting all whom i hold dearest. Destroy my surroundings, my heart.
I beg to stop, crave the eradication.

I’ll cut that wrong wire, let the bomb tick faster, let it justify its presence.

Tick, Tock,
Tock.