Tick Tock

Stand back, I may explode,
I hear my inner ticking.

Ticking like a fucking clock
my tight wound spring is clicking.

I'm just about to be unleashed
unwound in  millisecond

A force of flying, skin and bone
paradise, the prize I reckoned.

My sweating palms, my double vision,
my panic, doubt and fear

The laughter and the smiling kids,
my doubt, my secret tear.

My aching shoulders, bear the load
my cargo of deadly malice.

My belief, my faith, jihad released,
destroy the heathen's palace.

I'm shaking now the end is near,
I press my switch of fate.

I brace myself, I hold my breath
my mind see's heavens gate.

No blinding rush, no glory light
no virgins dressed in white

Just blackness, death to all around,
in the screaming of the night.