Drawing close those who love me,

And I love too,

To a quiet place,

Of warmth and family,

With time-bomb ticking,

“I must be free!”,

“There’s another way!”,

“It won’t really hurt you”.

 

And off I go,

Blown apart,

Within, without,

Shrapnel flying,

A violent force,

A temper tantrum,

Done with maximum dark intelligence,

To hurt those around,

And say, “Love me more, it’s not enough”.

 

And for the fluid man,

Things get set in place,

By others with greater maturity,

And I am left,

An exploded bomb,

Blackened casing,

Fizzled out.