Walking Disaster

I'm a walking disaster,
I've got time bombs on my toes.
When the tickers stop ticking
Each one of them will explode.
Everybody avoids me.
From a distance they all stare.
Their fearful isolation
Makes me feel like I'm not there

I'm a walking disaster,
I've got trap doors in my mind.
All the good things fall inside,
Only darkness is left to find.
So I wander around aimlessly,
And wait for the alarm,
For when the madness, it finds me,
Will fold me in its vice-like arms

I'm a walking disaster,
Armageddon's in my heart.
They all run from me desperately
Just to get a head start.
I sit here patiently,
I tell them there's no need to scream,
The explosion will be soundless, my soul
A thousand shards of shimmering beams.

They all pause and stare in wonder,
At the beauty in front of their eyes.
But they spare not a single thought,
To what brought this beautiful demise.
Now I am simply a God,
from death's pedestal I gaze after,
Hoping that someone will realize,
Not to worship a walking disaster.