Stress
The stress
Its crashing like waves
Their pounding,
They take me under, further
Further than i can take....
I fight to the top
My arms, burning from the strain
My vision, it wains
My words bubbling away from me
Where is that hand that I need
My mind, it screams
And my heart rips open with pain
Blood mixes with the water
And the light, it fades...
How silly it was, to fear
Fear the release
Now I breath, breath with ease
It's so...so so sweet
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