• I feel as though the world is pressing down on me,
    The tight grip that has me bound to my insanity.
    Only the thing that keeps me from breaking,
    Is the strong will of immortality.
    I hardly noticed that cold sound,
    Of my bones, my body, even my heart,
    being crushed onto the ground.
    The pressure of life wraps me in a blanket of doubt,
    Throwing me backwards into my own hell.
    I realized it is too late for peace,
    So I wait until my world would melt.