A dreadful crossroads.
The devil awaits.
Catching me out for too many mistakes.

Somewhere there's an angel.
She's watching me.
A hell's angel perhaps and she's peeping you see.

Backed into a corner behind the gate.
Work is appalling.
Not feeling so great.
A brain full of stress.
I'm going to explode.
For I am unable to shift this burden,
This terrible load.

It's weighing on my shoulders.
My neck is truly stiff.
Writing is my freedom.
My only escape.
Too personal putting it here.
My job is also my ****.
(C) LIVVI