Pressure

From every direction this curse floats
The pleasure dripping from its apathetic fangs
Its nauseating stench conquering the air
Blackening my universe as in the balance it hangs

The taste of individuality is all that I seek
As this monstrosity continuously devours my bones
Threatening the element that is my humanity
Clouding my judgment as I am left to suffer alone

In the eyes of this psychotic beast
I am viewed as the epitome of flourishing hunger
The target of desirable destruction
Awaiting to dissect every ounce of flesh asunder

By Glenn McCrary


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