This Pressure

This pressure bleeds inside my brain

Too much love, too much hate 

Blind me with your beaming light

Heart felt apology seems like a joke

Loner of my own fate

Lover of my escape

This pen writes whatever it wants

My weakness becomes so unclear

The end seems to be so near

This pressure bleeds inside my brain

Walking in the ashes of many 

Living in the land of plently

But I'm still empty handed

The cycle is coming to the end

It's ok she had many friends

Mortals can't escape their fate

From this pressure I create

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems