Crashing

Spiralling out of control,

The screaming shouting sirens.

My head is foggy,

Heart is aching.

When shall I press pause,

On this fragile timeline.

The clock is ticking,

Both hands close to twelve.

The final hour is nigh,

Crashing out of control.

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