lub dub lub dub lub dub
amplified by a thousand per minute
to the point of losing sanity itself
feeling of losing consciousness
there is something wrong about this system if mine
preparing to delete
just one moment. hold on.
just a glimpse, to check, that is all
plan to delete: abort
reminds me of a cookie in a jar
no. no. no,
surely you jest?...
this is one of those paradoxical puns...
i relish myself in sweet misery.
a guilty pleasure, perhaps?
so then, the canary decides to observe
suggested plan of action:
*was i such a sap? damn...