Pressure

Have you ever felt the pressure of all the walls 

closeing in at once.

No stopping the unknown just beliving in sin

how this holy force of wickedness is 

taking me by the hand.

Im stopping to feel and yearn for what I have. This evil inside is creeping out of hidding, finding a lieable place in my lost soul. I cant fight whats happening inside myself. It cant be with held it comes and goes.

Theres noone to help me through, this tourtre of unforgetful hell, why should a power this ugly feel so uplifting?