Darkness slowly closing in, all the walls being to
bend.
Pushing toward a common goal, looking to press your
soul.
Smashing, grinding, squishing too; are the things done to
you.
Slowly eroding who you are, this has gone much to
far.
As the pressure slowly builds, you are left without a
shield.
Slowly flattened by the cries, for you untimely
demise.
Pain is strong also fear, screaming loud but none can
hear.
Will this by my final breath?
Left to worry, wonder, fret.....
Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 2:05 AM UTC
Darkness slowly closing in, all the walls being to
bend.
Pushing toward a common goal, looking to press your
soul.
Smashing, grinding, squishing too; are the things done to
you.
Slowly eroding who you are, this has gone much to
far.
As the pressure slowly builds, you are left without a
shield.
Slowly flattened by the cries, for you untimely
demise.
Pain is strong also fear, screaming loud but none can
hear.
Will this by my final breath?
Left to worry, wonder, fret.....