The beating heart makes us sweat.
The pulsating metronome pressures us into making mistakes.
The beating hinders our train of thought.
It’s so mesmerising, threatening.
It kills us from the inside.
Every beat of the heart makes us more human.
It draws us to the point of insanity.
The mind is clouded and thought stops,
Hope and reason are abandoned.
Our mind abstains like a boxer downed in the first round.
The regret comes fast,
Even the people we trusted only wished for our destruction,
An expressionless face cracks under the strain.
The time bomb explodes,
No longer able to cope with the pressures of being human..
Written by Stephen Gallagher and Tory Regan
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