When the Pressure is Heavy
When pressure is heavy,
the sweat drips down,
dogs bark aloud,
for the whole neioghborhood,
and the cats,
run under the table.
When the pressure is heavy
at night.
your personality vanishes,
their beings
destroyed by drugs.
When the pressure is heavy,
the world becomes
frozen, still, silent,
we think, not.
Our brain, not
thoughts with
no consequence.
The lectures, vanished completely
sought,
only to fit in
unpopular,
promised fun
never remembered.
The old personality dies and
created bad, attached to
addicts, abducts our strength,
our life,
prospered with in greatness,
now gone, uncontrolled.
Our minds, filling
and taking of the battles,
far aside.
We are not so remembered
as life passes with the beyond ordinary
of bright, warm
stars.
And when the old personality dies,
the time of realizing fails,
quickly and forever
unordinary. Mush fills
with a sort of
pain releaving addicition.
Our organs, destroyed, never
to be the same pleading for help.
The good times. The good times.
We can regret. Regret and regret
forever. For we will regret.