The countdown is starting.
It's deep down to my core.
The fuse is slowly burning.
Things won't be like before.
The fumes are quickly rising.
Alarms are glowing red.
All I hear is screaming.
I don't remember anything you said.
Quickly, run away.
And don't bother turning back.
The chemicals are spreading.
As my skin starts turning black.
Don't touch me I might be toxic.
Too close; I may infect.
My heart is slowly dying.
It's time for my descent.
But do not say a eulogy.
Don't cry at my farewell.
The meltdown had been coming.
You just couldn't tell.
The fires are finally fading.
Smoke is clearing out.
The chaos has now ended.
But was there any doubt?
A glimpse of madness burning.
Will fade into the past.
My core is warped and broken.
Too weak, from such a blast.
Don't touch me, I may be toxic.
Alone; a huddled mess.
Don't bother picking up the pieces.
I'm just another memory to repress.
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