329th Post

Beneath the icy scythe of the wind.

A clock ticks away the unstoppable seconds.

A mental clock.
Linked to a mental bomb.
Awaiting detonation.

What will it take?
How long more?

Silently counting the ticking seconds away.
Until detonation time.

Until then.
Let me continue to slowly kill myself.

Either with my choice of poison.
Or through starvation.

Enough of living.
It's time to enter the silent world of the dead.