Sarcasim eats my words away,
Fell into it again today.
A wordless fear growing inside of me,
Telling me what you will do and who you will be.
I feel the walls closing in on us all,
Soon we will see the day we all fall.
Pressure, alive, inside, wishing to die.
Builiding up and ready to explode,
Waiting for my problems to erode.
Pressure, dead, outside, already died.
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