Pressure Cracks

by John123   May 20, 2005


Feel the anger bubble up inside;
Feel your blood run thin.

Pressure turns to pain in an instant.
Here you go again.

Madness and evil taking over your soul,
With a fiery halo of sin.

Cracks crawl and crevices cut.
Yet, still you try to hold it all in.

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