Pressure.

The pressure guides me south
i crumble underneath it
for how many years
and how many times
have i said no?
you were my antidote
and now you are my virus
i'm three seconds away
from making my decision
surrounded by demons
all thoughts are clouded
two seconds to go
your face is all i see
why have you become
just like them?
one final second
your choice is killing me
but i will not be like you
time is up
don't pressure me
i don't want your poison