LAIF

Half-dead, living dead
This thread of light flickers
Swaying in the elements
Which punish the feeble and naive
Mocking the castle of love.
I weep not for life
Which i have not.
Nose pressed against this incubator of life
The sheets do not provide warmth
But threaten to expose lies
Which keep me alive.
I am a ticking time-bomb, red or white
It doesn't matter, i cough and sputter;
Defuse me quick if you can't stop time
Else i shall prove disaster